Sugar Biscut hates preschool. He screams from the second we pull into the parking lot, until they call me to come get him because he won’t eat his lunch or snack. This means I am paying multiple hundreds of dollars a month for about 12-16 hours of child care. It’s not getting better after almost a month, I get the sense that the teachers all think he is a pain in the ass, and I give up. Luckily, I’ve been told about a wonderful nanny, Ellen (who now that I type this I realize I have met), who needs part time work. Hubs and I are going to meet with her this week. For what I pay a house cleaner and preschool, I can have someone in the home every morning who cleans, plays with SB, and does the laundry. This is feeling like a much better deal. Let’s hope it works.
I function better with a little breathing space, and until we get SB adopted, I can’t leave him with anyone who isn’t licensed. Over a year and a half with no alone time, and hardly any date nights, needs to come to an end. This is the part I am looking forward to the most. Being able to leave SB with Dozer and run to the store, or go out for a meal with Hubs. Can’t wait!