Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Project Daycare-Day 3

Total meltdown.
That boy took one look at the door when we walked in and started whimpering. I told him I was just going to take his jacket off and he at least agreed to that. I offered him a corn muffin that was to be their breakfast today, and he took it but made me sit on the itty bitty chair next to him. Then another little boy, younger than Little Man, he looked a little over one, came over to me crying and hugged me. For some reason this little boy was comforted by me and Little Man was not having it. So I'm holding the little boy and my son comes to sit on my lap. Very territorial. The little boy starts to cry if I move, so I put my son back on his chair and brought the little boy to Ms. A. Little Man had a heart attack, he thought I was choosing the other little boy over him and that started Screamfest 2006. It took me 20 minutes to get out, and even then Little Man was not calm, I could hear him as I walked (ran?) down the hall towards the door. I could hear him as I walked down the walkway as the door took it's sweet time to close. Nothing like prolonging the moment, huh?

I re-faxed a copy of our apartment lease to the Welfare Office (because they claim to never have received the first two copies I left them) and I called the woman with my case and left her a message and my work number...again. After two hours she still hadn't called me back, so I called and I couldn't leave another message because her mailbox was full. Nice. So she calls me back right now and tells me she needs a copy of the lease. I just sent that to you YESTERDAY along with the letters stating our hours and rate of pay. She puts me on hold for twenty minutes while she searches her stack of papers for the fax. (I actually wrote the beginning of this post while on hold.) She finds it and then tells me that she needs copies of our last four paystubs. I know we have those, but any money says I won't find them. Because that's the way things work. You find the pay stubs all over the place when you don't need them and when you need them they are no where to be found. So the search will begin when I get home. These people are driving me craaaaazy.

6 comments:

Mama of 2 said...

Girlie Girlie is very territorial as well. 2 weeks ago we were at a friends house who has a daughter 4 months younger than Girlie Girlie and while my friend (baby's mom) was getting the little girls lunch ready she was crying and I picked her up to soothe her. Like you said Girlie Girlie was having none of that. She was clinging to my leg trying to scale the verticle wall that was my body. And then when my friend came and took her daughter Girlie Girlie was seated on my lap for the next 20 minutes looking at the other baby caustiously as if to say hey she's mine.

I hope that you find your paystubs. I try to keep all of ours in an envelope by where I pay our bills. It helps when I need to find them for one reason or another.

Diana said...

mamaof2- I was actually surprised he didn't come out and say "my Mommy" like his daddy taught him...
You know, I used to be anal about keeping our paystubs in one place and in order, and lately I just haven't been and it's going to bite me in the ass.

dennis said...

diana: we used to drop off girl.imp in daycare only to have her scream as we left then start screaming again as we took her away from her favorite toys at the end of the day...

Blonde Chick said...

OH YES... OUR TAX DOLLARS HARD AT WORK.

HOPE YOU FIND YOUR PAYSTUBS, SO THE DING-BAT CAN GET YOUR PAPERWORK PROCESSED. HOW UNORGANIZED ARE THEY?!?!?

Anonymous said...

Oh, no. I am not allowed to acknowledge the other kids at daycare. Very serious offense, indeed!

Diana said...

dennis-he actually did that yesterday. Total meltdown when I took him out of the sandbox...
jenni-don't get me started on these idiots.
OTJ- i didn't know I broke a rule! the poor kid was crying and I must have looked or smelled like his mommy...oy. My son is probably torturing the kid now. "You want to hug my mommy- take that!" and a truck flies at his head....