Never Tempt Fate

So that frisson of excitement, that harbinger of change that I felt coming over me on Monday? Perhaps I should have just ignored it and hoped it would go away, because the very next morning I got the dreaded "contract termination" letter from my daycare provider. Unless you've been there, the pain and drudgery of changing daycare providers is hard to understand. Also, because of my location, I have no access to center-based or institutional care. It's all family/home-based care, which has been a generator of much of my daycare drama over the past 4 years. And we loved our daycare provider. She was loving yet firm, kind and supportive, energetic and yet willing to just chill out with kids who were having an off day. We will miss her quite a bit, and more importantly, so will my kids. She has really been Miss T's only non-family caregiver (minus a few weeks) since I went back to work. She noticed her first tooth, taught her how to clap, and has been watching her and encouraging her as she makes up her own little games and now is trying to walk.

It was all very unexpected, and I spent yesterday simply not dealing with it. Not denial, per se, but avoidance in the name of self-preservation. I did a little cathartic yard work yesterday evening. Today, however, I have had to start coming out of my funk, and the view is not rosy yet.

I was right about change, just not the change I was looking for.