I feel sad today.


Franklin is doing so incredibly well in daycare. When I check in with his caregiver at the end of the day she always says,

"Yup, a good day. It's always a good day with Franklin...."

and then she'll go on to tell me about something strange/cute/funny/daring he has done. She isn't just kissing my ass. Franklin is really doing well.


I still go there every lunch hour. I miss him all morning and look forward to the mid-day visit (I'm sure I'll loosen the strings by the time he's 16 - I promise I won't go on his dates with him...).


Why sad then?


Sad because there is a good chance there will be no room for Franklin in the Toddler program at the university centre. It is harder to get through the wait-list to the next program because the children stay there longer. We've been assured that he is on the "internal" wait-list which is faster but it probably won't help. Franklin turns 19 months on May 01, 2004. There are not a lot of toddler shuffle in the spring - late summer, yes, but not the spring.

To make matters worse, there are a bunch of infants who are just a couple of months older than Frank and are therefore, ahead of him on the list. There will have to be a lot of shuffle to snag ourselves a spot by the May 01 date.


So... I'm back on the daycare hunt. I know he'll get a spot by August/September so I'll need temporary care until then.


Yuk, it is so depressing to look for care. There are so many crappy people providing daycare, trying to make a living at it. I feel that daycare isn't the way to make a profit. Yes, I understand this is the way this society runs but pleeeease let me find some non-profit, grant-funded, ECE run toddler centre with more than one sleeping space and a philosophy of respect and diversity.


Mom? Dad? How do you feel about living out here for awhile?