What a drag it is getting old.
Well, I called the daycare today to see where I am on the waiting list. I have no choice, I have to start Stella in daycare, although I wish I didn't. I'm really bummed, actually.
My preferences, in order of importance:
1. I wish most of all that I could quit my job and be a stay-at-home mom. I never thought I'd feel that way, but now that I have a baby, I wish it more than anything.
2. Since that can't happen, I wish I could afford to pay someone I know to watch her.
3. Next, I wish she could just stay with my parents. I know they don't particularly want that, although they don't necessarily object--I can see where they're coming from, though.
4. The last thing I want to do is put her in daycare, but it is really my only option. Even that is really more than I can afford, but I am hoping to get some child care assistance.
Since I didn't qualify for food stamps or anything else, I'm gonna go ahead and assume I won't qualify for child care assistance...but I have to check, just in case. I bring home $550 every two weeks. How the fuck does that not qualify me for food stamps (or child care assistance)? (Answer: The Department for Community Based Services bases their math on Martian physics, where the months have five weeks.) Daycare costs $115 per week. That's $230 out of my $550 paycheck. That doesn't include anything else. That's insane. I've bitched about this a ton, but I work. I pay taxes and always have. I don't need to live for free, I just need a little help. But the system is not designed to help people who help themselves. If I quit my job, I'd get everything I need and more, AND I'd get to stay at home with Stella.
It bums me out. Really bad out. Some scrubby little snot-nosed kid is going to bite her and make her sick...
Also, she gets her first round of immunizations on Friday. I'm kind of nervous about this. I understand that she'll have to be held down, and that she'll scream and hurt. And I just don't want to see that. I think she'll have to get five or six shots. I wish it was like taking a cat to the vet, where they don't really seem to feel the shots... For some reason, I was actually thinking it'd be sort of like that, until she was at the doctor the other day and all these other little kids were screaming from their different rooms. Mom looked at me and said, "Shots." I forgot that babies feel pain too.
My preferences, in order of importance:
1. I wish most of all that I could quit my job and be a stay-at-home mom. I never thought I'd feel that way, but now that I have a baby, I wish it more than anything.
2. Since that can't happen, I wish I could afford to pay someone I know to watch her.
3. Next, I wish she could just stay with my parents. I know they don't particularly want that, although they don't necessarily object--I can see where they're coming from, though.
4. The last thing I want to do is put her in daycare, but it is really my only option. Even that is really more than I can afford, but I am hoping to get some child care assistance.
Since I didn't qualify for food stamps or anything else, I'm gonna go ahead and assume I won't qualify for child care assistance...but I have to check, just in case. I bring home $550 every two weeks. How the fuck does that not qualify me for food stamps (or child care assistance)? (Answer: The Department for Community Based Services bases their math on Martian physics, where the months have five weeks.) Daycare costs $115 per week. That's $230 out of my $550 paycheck. That doesn't include anything else. That's insane. I've bitched about this a ton, but I work. I pay taxes and always have. I don't need to live for free, I just need a little help. But the system is not designed to help people who help themselves. If I quit my job, I'd get everything I need and more, AND I'd get to stay at home with Stella.
It bums me out. Really bad out. Some scrubby little snot-nosed kid is going to bite her and make her sick...
Also, she gets her first round of immunizations on Friday. I'm kind of nervous about this. I understand that she'll have to be held down, and that she'll scream and hurt. And I just don't want to see that. I think she'll have to get five or six shots. I wish it was like taking a cat to the vet, where they don't really seem to feel the shots... For some reason, I was actually thinking it'd be sort of like that, until she was at the doctor the other day and all these other little kids were screaming from their different rooms. Mom looked at me and said, "Shots." I forgot that babies feel pain too.