Day Care Sucks

Have I mentioned at all how much I hate having to put Jake in daycare? I used to watch the nanny-cam, but it makes me even more depressed. I hate dropping him off in the morning, I hate picturing him there, I hate visiting. It all makes me so sad. Yesterday my friend Lisa and I broke him out at lunch time and took him back to our office where everyone cooed all over him. It felt so nice to be able to spend some time with him mid-day.

Two nights ago the coughing started. There are all these sick coughing little kids at the daycare and in my head they spend all day rubbing their germs on my precious boy. I scrub his hands with baby wipes as soon as I pick him up from there every day. Not that it makes an ounce of difference. He will just keep getting sick, and it will just keep breaking my heart, and I will just have to suck it up and put up with it until our situation changes. (Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Who knows...) I hate that we are spending a fortune on daycare and still getting the short end of the stick.

So my poor baby spends his days across the street from my office park, less than a mile away, close enough to visit, but it still breaks my heart. Half the time when I visit, he looks so sad and depressed sitting in this crappy little swing or a grimy-looking bouncy seat, half the time the batteries are dead in the toy and he isn't even swinging, just sitting hunched looking sad. Our toys at home are clean and germ-free and new,and full of fresh batteries (most of the time). At least he isn't crying when I visit. Am I making the situation worse in my head than it really is? Who knows....