I hate Mondays. I mean seriously, they never treat me right. And I never did ANYTHING to them.
This post is looking for advice from all the moms out there. Specifically stay at home ones, but I encourage every Mom to chime in. Or heck, anyone. OK FINE, OPEN DOOR POLICY.
You guys. Yesterday was a trying day. I’m not going to lie. I felt like I was getting cabin fever, and it wasn’t even noon. The dogs were driving me infreakinsane. They would go out, bark at anything that moved, then would refuse to come in. An hour later, they would come in, and proceed to bark inside the house. I digress; as it is their natural guarding of the house mechanism.
The child. Oooooooooh, the child. I was on the brink of madness. Trying to write and meet deadlines, deal with the dogs; she was incredibly out of character today. No joke. It was so incredibly frustrating. If I hear one more whiny, drawn out “maaah-meeeee”accompanied by fake crying, I am going to lose my mind. Husband nonchalantly mentioned the hourly childcare we have here on post.
I would usually brush this off, grit my teeth, and not think about it again. I will admit that yesterday I looked up the number and location. I have huge guilt over this. HUGE, people. It’s bad. I stay home. I am the last person that should be using childcare.
Then, I spotted the reviews. 5 out of 5 gleaming stars. Plenty of reviews, all stellar, singing praises of this place. [enter MORE guilt, because now I’m starting to put the number in my phone]
The kicker? It provides a preschool-like environment. !!! Yes, my child will only be 2 in September. So what if she spends a couple of hours concentrating on numbers and the alphabet? Granted, we do this at home. So WHY am I still looking at the childcare site?
People. I need a nap. I need a nice, long LONELY run. I need a bath. I need a shower that lasts longer than a measly bird bath. I need to not be needed for an hour or two.
DO NOT get me wrong. I love my daughter more than life itself. But when I start flipping out over her pushing dishwasher buttons to the point of us both melting down – something needs to change.
Yes. I have running, I get that. Running that includes spending 30 minutes getting us both ready. Lugging around 60-ish additional pounds of baby and stroller. Running that almost always involves some kind of meltdown [her] and all too often leaves me frustrated and hating the situation. Tossed sippy cups, the wrong *kind* of fruity twist snack, a lost pacifier – it’s a lot to have on your plate for something that’s supposed to be an escape.
So – MOMS – childcare – yay/nay. Have you/would you. Am I selfish for wanting this a couple of hours a week??