Six Degrees of Random Whining

Posted on | August 3, 2010 | 4 Comments

Yesterday was J’s first day at his new daycare. On top of everything else, of course. I *may* have cried when I left him there.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a wonderful facility… it’s just not my old daycare. It’s bigger. I don’t know the teachers. I don’t know the children. I don’t know the other moms. It’s just… different. But J seemed to really like it. When I stopped in at lunch, and then again when I picked him up, the teachers all commented on how good he is at sharing (Thanks, Old Daycare!) and how cute he is (Um…I know.). And he really was happy when I picked him up. Exhausted, but happy.

But I still can’t shake the feeling of missing the familiar. I miss the little blond haired, blue eyed boy that was J’s buddy from day one. I miss the little, smiley-faced boy with the head of hair who came to meet J on his very first day of his little life. I miss his teachers who always made me feel like they were more of an extension of our family than “Daycare Workers.” But what can I do? I *tried* to get them to quit their jobs and move to Savannah to care for my child. They said things about “families” and “paychecks”or some such nonsense… it’s really all sort of a blur.

On top of the whole “first day of daycare” and you know, the break-in, I also had to deal with an insurance adjuster who just about felt the wrath of Law Momma in full fury. At first, the guy tried to tell me that the whole claim was worth less than our deductible. He was all “I looked up your stove and it’s worth $550.” Um… I don’t think so, dude. I asked him to email me the link to the $550 stove that had a smooth top, convection oven, and was self-cleaning. And oh yeah, NOT free-standing. Shockingly, I never got that emailed link. I sent him the ones I found and finally after feeling like I was going to drive to Macon and take out my week’s worth of frustration on his face, he relented and sent out a check for $700 over our deductible to cover the loss. I still think he should have given us more, but sometimes you just have to pick your battles and that was one I wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore. So we’ve got a check coming our way to pay for a portion of the repairs to the door, floor, and to replace the stove. And I’m done worrying about that aspect of my life. On to bigger and better and WAY more important things.

Like the fact that this apartment complex has a pool!! We took J up for his first trip to the pool and I swear he looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. It was like the world’s largest bath. He splashed. He laughed. He DUNKED HIS HEAD THREE TIMES. And tried to drink the water. And I swear he believes deep in his soul that he can swim because he kept trying to leap out of my arms and over to Husband, or vice versa, no matter how far apart we were standing. I’m sort of dreading the day he can walk because given his fearlessness, he’s liable to just take off running into the pool without any knowledge of how to swim! Looks like swim lessons need to be on my list of things to figure out. (because, yeah… I don’t have anything else to do.)
Also? This apartment living is a learning experience. For example, I live under a herd of elephants. Or at least I’m pretty sure I do. It’s sort of exciting because I’ve never actually met an elephant… you know, outside of the zoo. I wonder if it’s appropriate to take something when we meet? Peanuts? Peanut Brittle? A feather to see if they can fly? Or maybe just something that I can plug into their venting system that knocks them out cold at 7:00 pm every night so J can get sleep. Any minute I’m sure I’ll hear either circus music or some large man saying “Fee Fi Fo Fum…” while coaxing a song out of a singing harp.

I shouldn’t complain though, I’m pretty sure they were sharpening their tusks to come after my little one during the “Week Who Shall Not Be Named” when J wouldn’t sleep and wanted everyone to know about it. So maybe turnabout is fair game? But just to be safe, I’m going to buy a bag of peanuts… you know, to be neighborly.

Are YOU feeling neighborly? If so, consider baking up a batch of feel goods for the Grady Family and making yourself feel good in the process! Only 19 more days to show another mother that we’re all in this together and to take part in the fight against Batten Disease. Plus? You could win something pretty cool in the process!! Every little bit helps!!


4 Responses to “Six Degrees of Random Whining”

  1. Bink
    August 3rd, 2010 @ 1:33 pm

    Good job on dealing with the adjuster!!

    I so understand your feelings about apartments. I wasn't supposed to move to Savannah until August, but came in March. After living at the Westin for a few weeks, I begrudgingly moved in with Boyfriend at his apartment in Georgetown. I had hopes that this Georgetown was like my DC Georgetown, HA! Anyhow… I'm house shopping and wondering in the meantime about some of our neighbors!

  2. Amy
    August 3rd, 2010 @ 3:25 pm

    Hey! Nominated you for a blog award because I like you and the way you write. I posted it on my blog. It's the first time I've ever done one of these. Enjoy!

  3. KLZ
    August 3rd, 2010 @ 3:49 pm

    I will teach J to swim!!! Please, please? I really did that for a living and I would love to do it.

    If only it weren't for families and paychecks and such…

  4. Rebekah @ Mom-In-A-Million
    August 3rd, 2010 @ 5:43 pm

    What is it with daycare teachers and their families and stuff? C is moving up to the next room and his teacher isn't moving up with him. Moreover, she told me that she can't stay with him through college the way I want her too. It's just wrong.

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