Tuesday, October 9, 2012

We're starving, open the trunk

Since yesterday was Columbus Day, the kids went to their all-time favorite place, the dreaded back-up daycare, so they were understandably in an awesome mood by the time I picked them up.

Unfortunately, what has turned into somewhat of a tradition became a bit of a nightmare yesterday. The daycare is on the first floor of a big office building so naturally there are some amenities for the people who work in it. One such amenity is the convenience store/dry cleaners/cobbler/last-minute gift card retailer. EVERY time the kids end up in back-up daycare I feel bad enough for sending them there to break down and buy them something from the little store.

Damn holidays....the store closed at 5:00, I picked them up at 5:45, kids were super pissed.

Of course the sudden realization that they couldn't each get a giant bag of Skittles for being forced to endure such torture all day sent them into a frenzy.

"Whattt?? It's closed?? Why didn't you pick us up earlierrrr?!?!?"

Little snots. I had to WORK.

Thankfully I had taken the time to do some grocery shopping right before picking them up, so as we walked to the car I made a case for the random bag of tortilla chips in my collection of groceries in the trunk to be a suitable replacement for the giant bag of Skittles. They didn't really buy it but ate them anyway.

That at least kept them quiet for most of the drive home.

I have to say, though, I can't ignore the fact they're totally too old for this place, even if they're too young to stay home. The "teachers" give out little sheets for each kid describing what they did after their parents dumped them into their own personal Hell. My kids are old enough to at least fill some of it out themselves. This is Clifford's:

Next visit, I'll try to get evidence that the fort is actually bigger

And if that isn't enough of a clue, over the weekend Alexander made the grand declaration that he knows the Tooth Fairy isn't real because he busted me digging his tooth out from underneath his pillow. The last tooth he lost was easily 8 months ago. This kid can keep a secret. But I digress.

On top of the kids being stuck in a daycare they hate, upon picking them up the center director was very willing to share with me how patient Clifford was to sit perfectly still and not freak out when the smaller, clearly more annoying kid sitting next to him during story time was poking him in the ribs. 

Next dreaded back-up daycare days are in a little more than a week. I have a feeling I may have to buy their cooperation this time. I might have to cough up more than the Tooth Fairy.

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