Miscellaneous

Dear Daycare

We love you. Seriously. After twenty months on your waiting list and giving you nearly $1000 a month out of our nearly empty pockets, how could you doubt it?

Alas, your true contribution to my life is providing me with endless virii. There was the stomach virus that left us prostrate for an entire weekend, and not in a good way. Next was Cold 1, the flu, Cold 2 (which led to strep throat and the antibiotic resistant ear/sinus infection). The laryngitis. The random sniffles. The week-long illness that struck Matthew and kept him at home and miserable about a month back. Only since February, those! You're a hard worker.

And when Eden only spent three days at your place last week, because my sister was visiting, you managed to sneak in a cold virus on Friday, just in time for Peach to be miserable Sunday, get sent home Monday for a high fever, and since 24 hour exclusion really means something like 36 hour exclusion, that meant Tuesday, too. What does all that quality Mom/Peach time mean? Of course! I have Cold 3 now, too. Except I still have to work. And no one is rocking me every time I have a coughing fit. My Tylenol isn't grape flavored, and no one brings it for me. No one drives me to the doctor. And...

And can you just do me this teensie favor? It's OK to send my kid home if she's sick, but would you mind also sending those other sick kids home before mine does get sick? Fair's fair, after all.

Love,l
Shelley

Full post as published by The Menagerie on April 23, 2008 (boomark / email).