We're in Like Flynn
So, if we are friends on Facebook and you haven't blocked my status updates, you would have seen that this morning we got confirmation that the Kid will be attending the dream downstairs kindergarten in September. This is all kinds of amazing. It is an integration kindergarten which means that there will be a specialist on-site and since it is a public daycare, we no pay the monies! Woot! Silly us paying every month to be emotionally abused by the Kid's original daycare. Silly. In the next couple of weeks, all we have to do is drop by with the Kid and sign some forms and then we are officially in! I cannot begin to even describe the incredible sense of relief that I am feeling.
I have told a few people that I found out last Saturday that the Husband had been told at the last daycare meeting that I did not attend that the Kid was the most difficult child they had seen in 20 years. I understand why the Husband neglected to tell me straight away because he would have had a hard time restraining me. But wait, there's more. Yesterday, as I walked up the steps to bring the Kid to the hell that is the daycare, two little girls walked by and whispered and giggled saying his name and talking about how he was being thrown out. Tee hee. Enjoy puberty! I don't blame them because they obviously heard it from their mother. THE SCHOOL COORDINATOR! She is the Kate Gosselin look a like who I didn't like from the moment I met her. There was something off about her. She looks like she's got her shit together but you just know she goes home and turns all Mommy Dearest at the drop of a hanger. I've got her number. She was at the meeting that I attended and acted like the school had tried soooooo hard with the Kid but they just couldn't get through to him. But not to worry, because one day they will have a child specialist on site so that other "special" children will benefit. I cannot tell you how I stopped myself from lurching across the table and Solange-ing her. And now this. I cannot believe she talked about my son in front of her kids. I was devastated and I was enraged. She got "the look" and she backed up in the staircase. I will one day get her. Of course not in terms of violence or revenge because that is not how I roll but one day she will know what she did and she will regret it. Mark my words.
When you become a mother, your child is your cub and yeah, they can drive you nuts but they are yours. And I will bear swat anyone who tries to harm him. Now why did we put up with this place for so long? Because we had no choice. The Montessori experiment failed dismally and we were screwed. Also, I know that at least one woman at the daycare has always been amazing to him and that is what kept me from going Greek Widow every morning. I held my tongue because I did not want my actions to affect my son. Oh, but soon. So soon we are finished with this place. September will be the start of a new chapter and we will see a brighter future. I cannot wait! I wish you all an amazing weekend and now I am off to sweat out my rage and to celebrate our good fortune!
I have told a few people that I found out last Saturday that the Husband had been told at the last daycare meeting that I did not attend that the Kid was the most difficult child they had seen in 20 years. I understand why the Husband neglected to tell me straight away because he would have had a hard time restraining me. But wait, there's more. Yesterday, as I walked up the steps to bring the Kid to the hell that is the daycare, two little girls walked by and whispered and giggled saying his name and talking about how he was being thrown out. Tee hee. Enjoy puberty! I don't blame them because they obviously heard it from their mother. THE SCHOOL COORDINATOR! She is the Kate Gosselin look a like who I didn't like from the moment I met her. There was something off about her. She looks like she's got her shit together but you just know she goes home and turns all Mommy Dearest at the drop of a hanger. I've got her number. She was at the meeting that I attended and acted like the school had tried soooooo hard with the Kid but they just couldn't get through to him. But not to worry, because one day they will have a child specialist on site so that other "special" children will benefit. I cannot tell you how I stopped myself from lurching across the table and Solange-ing her. And now this. I cannot believe she talked about my son in front of her kids. I was devastated and I was enraged. She got "the look" and she backed up in the staircase. I will one day get her. Of course not in terms of violence or revenge because that is not how I roll but one day she will know what she did and she will regret it. Mark my words.
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When you become a mother, your child is your cub and yeah, they can drive you nuts but they are yours. And I will bear swat anyone who tries to harm him. Now why did we put up with this place for so long? Because we had no choice. The Montessori experiment failed dismally and we were screwed. Also, I know that at least one woman at the daycare has always been amazing to him and that is what kept me from going Greek Widow every morning. I held my tongue because I did not want my actions to affect my son. Oh, but soon. So soon we are finished with this place. September will be the start of a new chapter and we will see a brighter future. I cannot wait! I wish you all an amazing weekend and now I am off to sweat out my rage and to celebrate our good fortune!
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