Monday, October 8, 2012

And then there's the dreaded back-up daycare

The kids will turn 11 this December. So naturally they think of themselves as perfectly well-adjusted adults who wouldn't possibly require supervision of ANY kind. Makes sense, right?

Each school year I always find myself mildly blown away by the sheer number of teacher work days, report card preparation days, school holidays on the school's calendar. And since the kids attend an after school program that only operates when school is in session, I am in a position to come up with an alternative solution.

Enter the corporation-sponsored back-up daycare.

Not far from where I work there is a daycare center where for about $30 a day I can unload the kids on some poor, unsuspecting and likely unwilling sucker. The kids HATE it. And sadly despite my efforts to strategically place all of my vacation days around these school closure days, the monsters have to endure this place about 11 times per year.

Don't get me wrong, this place is awesome. It's the only option I have on these days when school is closed besides hiring a ridiculously expensive nanny, or just letting the kids stay home by themselves to burn the house to the ground. Mom's gotta work, kids, or we get to live in the car.

This particular daycare wasn't so bad for a few years, but now that the kids are getting older they are literally counting the days to when they turn 12 and are technically "too old" to be enrolled. Unfortunately, they're right. Those smart little farts know exactly what the deal is so I can't even attempt to lie about it.

So I have one more year (ish) to come up with a solution that doesn't involve a backup care program that "has nothing but babies and little kids". Thus the reason the kids would rather chew their own arms off than go.

I do feel badly for them. I don't really remember much about being almost 11 years old, but I'm certain I thought I was ready to get my own apartment by then. So it's become very obvious to me that I will soon have "tweens" on my hands. Tweens who think they are at least 25 years old and are wayyyyy above the dreaded back-up daycare.

Maybe I can get them jobs.....

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