So I realize that I haven’t been all that much fun to be around lately, but if you can bear with me a little longer, I need some help with this one.
For anyone who has somehow been spared my Facebook moaning, the virtual ink had barely dried on this tale of woe when we found out the day care was closing. Inelegantly, precipitously, and gut-wrenchingly closing.
After a mad scramble by parents and staff to find other work/care, the last day was Friday. I had to pick the girls up at noon, and just as we were leaving, Naru skidded into the room. “Oh good, you’re still here!” She knew we were leaving early, and she’d had a meeting with her new employer in the morning, so she skipped the bus and instead took a cab all the way from Barrhaven just to make sure she could say goodbye to my girls.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why this has been so hard. The staff of Northern Lights were AMAZING. They were like family. The only problem was the lying*, incompetent** asshat** board of directors.
And I am not using these terms lightly:
* Lying: Just last January, they assured both us and the Ministry that they were in the daycare business for the long-haul. They have repeatedly told the parents that the daycare is losing money, but have listed the building for sale with “a daycare business that is cash-flow positive.”
** Incompetent: a string of bone-headed failures to comply with Ministry standards led to a prolonged closure of the daycare last Christmas. And with waiting lists EVERYWHERE, who on earth can’t make money running the ONLY daycare in the school district? That’s even before we get into the accounting… irregularities.
** Asshat: Ok, I’m indulging in some artistic license here.
But I digress. I really really don’t want this post to be about the asshats. This is about my girls.
So here we are. Yesterday, I dropped Maddy off at her new daycare. She cried when I brought her into the room, and howled when I left. Never in her 3 years on earth have I left her in a new place all alone before: when she started daycare, she had her big sister with her.
When I picked her up at the end of the day, she was crying. Not OMG-mommy-I-just-remembered-you-exist! crying, this had clearly started long before I arrived. Any time I asked her about her day, all she would say is “I cried for you, mommy”.
Which of course makes me if she WAS fine when I called at 10:00.
Today? Today was worse. Maddy was already upset before we got to the car. Meena threw an inexplicable (and thoroughly uncharacteristic) tantrum while Zach tried to belt her into her car seat. Maddy dragged herself up the stairs at the daycare with the pace (and demeanor) of one headed for the guillotine. Meena looked at the near-empty SK room with dismay and gave me a look that said “you aren’t going to LEAVE me here, are you?”
And here is what I want to know, from someone who has been here: does it get better? REALLY? It’s what I keep telling my kids. Tough to do when I’m having such a hard time believing it myself.