Gah
It's been one frustration after another.
First, I found out Wednesday that Lily's day care teacher was fired. She was apparently fired sometime last week, but I didn't find out until I asked if she was sick.
I understand why she was fired -- the director told me, which she really shouldn't have -- but I feel bad for Lily. She was great with Lily and Lily loves her. And I can't explain to her why she doesn't get to play with Caryn any more. Lily is pretty easygoing and gets along fine with the other teachers, but I can't help feeling it's unfair to her.
And I'm annoyed that I had to ask to find out she was gone. She's Lily's primary care giver. Would be nice to know that that was changing.
So we have to get the other staff up to speed on all Lily's stuff while they look for a new teacher.
At home, our furnace is really smelly. Kind of a burning smell. I guess I'm glad we can smell it, since that suggests it's not carbon monoxcide. But it's starting to give me a headache. It was really bad in Lily's room last night. I googled it and the first thing to try is the filter. James has checked stuff downstairs several times and says nothing looks wrong -- there's no smoke at least -- but I asked him this morning and he hasn't checked the filter.
And he told me not to touch it. This is starting to drive me insane. He keeps saying the problems with the babygate wouldn't be problems if I had let him do it. This constant attitude from him that I am incompetent and stupid is really getting to me. Condescension. I am not an idiot. I have a master's degree. I've worked in the outdoors, I've performed simple maintenance on my car, simple carpentry, simple plumbing. I am perfectly capable of putting up a babygate. The fact that the zip ties that came with the gate are too small to go around our stupid fat banisters is not my fault. Nor is it my fault that the banisters are apparently crooked, as the top of the gate fits but the bottom is too long. And yeah, I did eventually figure out that we can saw off a bit of the bottom to make it fit.
Baby is crying. Nap time. And I didn't even get to my frustration over my friend.
Lily has just latched on to my elbow while I type. Guess it's time to nurse.
First, I found out Wednesday that Lily's day care teacher was fired. She was apparently fired sometime last week, but I didn't find out until I asked if she was sick.
I understand why she was fired -- the director told me, which she really shouldn't have -- but I feel bad for Lily. She was great with Lily and Lily loves her. And I can't explain to her why she doesn't get to play with Caryn any more. Lily is pretty easygoing and gets along fine with the other teachers, but I can't help feeling it's unfair to her.
And I'm annoyed that I had to ask to find out she was gone. She's Lily's primary care giver. Would be nice to know that that was changing.
So we have to get the other staff up to speed on all Lily's stuff while they look for a new teacher.
At home, our furnace is really smelly. Kind of a burning smell. I guess I'm glad we can smell it, since that suggests it's not carbon monoxcide. But it's starting to give me a headache. It was really bad in Lily's room last night. I googled it and the first thing to try is the filter. James has checked stuff downstairs several times and says nothing looks wrong -- there's no smoke at least -- but I asked him this morning and he hasn't checked the filter.
And he told me not to touch it. This is starting to drive me insane. He keeps saying the problems with the babygate wouldn't be problems if I had let him do it. This constant attitude from him that I am incompetent and stupid is really getting to me. Condescension. I am not an idiot. I have a master's degree. I've worked in the outdoors, I've performed simple maintenance on my car, simple carpentry, simple plumbing. I am perfectly capable of putting up a babygate. The fact that the zip ties that came with the gate are too small to go around our stupid fat banisters is not my fault. Nor is it my fault that the banisters are apparently crooked, as the top of the gate fits but the bottom is too long. And yeah, I did eventually figure out that we can saw off a bit of the bottom to make it fit.
Baby is crying. Nap time. And I didn't even get to my frustration over my friend.
Lily has just latched on to my elbow while I type. Guess it's time to nurse.