Actually, I feel more like I'm about to hurl.
I just dropped Playette off for her first day in the "Pre-Toddler" room at daycare. It's been a long time coming. First, I delayed the move because of her limited mobility. Then, the daycare did because they were planning to open a spanking new room. So we waited, and waited, and waited. Until today.
I just left my baby in utter chaos and with a woman, her new primary caregiver, who refuses to call her anything but "Maya" for some reason.
Yes, I keep correcting her.
And, yes, it makes me more and more angry each time.
This last time? Her response was, "Well, that's an unusual name."
Me: "We like it. Now move out of my way so I can take my baby home with me and remove her from this chaotic environment and away from your psycho a$$."
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
I just dropped Playette off for her first day in the "Pre-Toddler" room at daycare. It's been a long time coming. First, I delayed the move because of her limited mobility. Then, the daycare did because they were planning to open a spanking new room. So we waited, and waited, and waited. Until today.
I just left my baby in utter chaos and with a woman, her new primary caregiver, who refuses to call her anything but "Maya" for some reason.
Yes, I keep correcting her.
And, yes, it makes me more and more angry each time.
This last time? Her response was, "Well, that's an unusual name."
Me: "We like it.
Now move out of my way so I can take my baby home with me and remove her from this chaotic environment and away from your psycho a$$."Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.
Think good thoughts.