Dani over at [1] Postcards from the Mothership has been having a rough time with childcare. First, she switched daycare providers when the situation wasn’t what she hoped for and then the “new and improved” provider decided that she couldn’t manage the kids after only two days. She wrote today that she has found a live-out nanny. I’m glad for her. I feel so lucky that Reid, Ken and I all like the teachers at Reid’s daycare and have been happy with the centre since she started. But today, while I washed Reid’s face while she yelled and thrashed and brushed her teeth while she wailed and then re-did her ponytail that had come undone during the stramash, I was wishing that I didn’t have to send Reid out to daycare. Not that she doesn’t like it or that I don’t like my job but at that point the time pressure of getting out the door was getting to me. I took time to hug her and calm her down, making Ken even later for work but I wanted to cry a bit myself. Poor me :+/ If we had a nanny, I could’ve left Reid with hair and teeth unbrushed and she wouldn’t have kissed me good bye with left over tears in her eyes.

When I pick her up tonight and she is smiling from a good day with her daycare friends, I’m sure that I’ll be the only one remembering this morning.