Josh and I were dealt a BIG blow yesterday when Aidan's daycare provider announced their family is moving out-of-state at the end of August. To you all, it's as easy as finding another daycare but to us, it is damn near the end of the world.
She is the wife of one of my coworkers and their house is less than a mile and a half from my office. She has a 3 year old and 19 month old triplets, so Aidan still got the benefits of being socialized, even though he was in a home environment. And she only charges us $125 every two weeks, because she knows how expensive regular daycare is and how difficult it is to find a place that has openings for part-time children, but even worse yet, part-time infants.
And now, we only have six or so more weeks with her. I've already begun looking into other "actual" daycares in the area. I found a lovely lady who thinks she'll be able to take Aidan on in August for $160 a week. I know that's still not that bad in the grand scheme of things, but it means I'll have to go back to work full-time. And I am in hysterics just thinking about it. It's hard enough working part-time. I literally bust out the door at 2pm every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to go get my boy. I cannot even fathom how I could handle 8 hours a day, every day.
Josh is annoyed with me because I told him that my working full-time should be the absolute LAST case scenario. I want to look into moving, deffering his student loans, me getting an evening/weekend job, anything other than going back to full-time. As he is looking at it purely from the financial side of things, he cannot understand why I'm not willing to just say "Well, back to full-time work for me!" That has me even more upset because he's accusing me of being lazy and selfish. Maybe I am, I don't know. But I just cannot deal with the thought of dropping him off at 7:30 every morning, not picking him up until 5pm, getting to feed him once, having an hour of time together (maybe) and then putting him to bed. The thought of that makes me sick to my stomach.
I'm so upset. I don't know what we're going to do and it's worse yet that we don't have much time to figure things out. I can't stop crying.
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