It’s been a while since I last wrote. On Thursday Feb 18th I drove back to Concepción, with a car full of bags and a heart full of woe, because the last thing I wanted was to leave my little guy in day care while I worked. As it turned out, everything transpired in a way that made me LONG for day care and work.
First, the misadventures.
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Day care. Even though I’d gone to the place I liked last July, and I’d got myself on the waiting list, and the principal/owner had ASSURED me there would be a place for Daniel when the time came, THERE WAS NOT. When I reminded her of what she had told me last year, the principal just looked “skeptical” and said it wasn’t possible, that she couldn’t have said that cos I would have had to pay the entire year for her to set aside a place for my kid. Grrr. I have witnesses and I KNOW that’s not what she said. Anyway, in the end I wasn’t gonna go begging for them to take my baby. So I got myself out of there and went on a 48-hr rampage looking for a new daycare. The 10th and last one was the winner. I started taking Daniel the very next day and he loved it! Goes to show… everything happens for a reason.
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Grandma. I’d planned to go visit her (as I posted a few entries back) to say goodbye. And she managed to stay with us long enough for me to do so. Actually, she seems to be getting better. It’s still precarious, and she IS 96 years old, so you can’t expect miracles… but she seems to be pulling through. Anyway, two days before we’d planned to visit her, she suddenly got much worse and we had to run off to see her. Turned out it was just a scare, thankfully. But it sure made us run.
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Car. While I was visiting my grandma, someone crashed my car. Sure it was just a Fender bender and nobody got hurt, but I absolutely canNOT be car-less right now. I need to take Daniel to and from day care everyday. I need to go to work. And now I gotta get that Fender bender fixed, which basically means I gotta adapt to insurance times/places. Big piece of crap.
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Daniel. Just when I was so happy to finally have day care, DAniel goes and gets sick yesterday. Sniffly and irritable, a little feverish… just enough for me to have to keep him out of daycare. How the hell was I supposed to go to work then? But… he had a good night and woke up.... normal. I got no explanation for that. Kids are mysterious.
So anyway… today I finally went back to work, and I took a surprisingly healthy Daniel to his newly found daycare in my newly crashed car… and everything was okay in the world. :)
I actually enjoyed work. My 6 month vacation was just what the doctor ordered. It was great seeing everyone again.
My mom left last saturday and my dad left this morning. After living with them for six months… I WILL miss them.
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