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The Daily Drama of a Daycare MomNever A Dull Moment.......Ever! December 01 I Will Never Admit........We are going to have to put Brandy down soon and I cry every time I think about it. She has gotten to the point that she bites when people touch her. The only people that can pet her are Brad and I and only when she asks us to. If we try to pet her without her asking she will bite us too. She just nips and has never drawn blood but one of these days she is really going to hurt someone. Brad let her out of the muzzle at the vets office during her last checkup and she flipped out and started biting him (Brad) in front of the vet. The vet thinks she needs to be put down.
Anyway, I am not going to get all sentimental to the point where I say she was a good dog. By all accounts she has been a horrible dog. She is moody and demanding and unlike most dogs does not give us unconditional love. Like I said she bites and her claws have done more damage than her teeth. She tries to lay on the baby whom she now hates almost as much as Caleb. Adelyn is going to start crawling around soon and she doesn't understand that she can't touch the dog.
So, why am I upset? Here is a very sad top ten reasons I don't want to put her down.
1. I love dogs and can't imagine my life without a dog, not even for a few months and we wouldn't be getting a new dog until spring at the earliest. This was Brad's first dog and it was such a horrible experience that he may not ever want another dog. (Let's face it though, he is not the boss of me
 )2. Brandy is only 7. I just can not put down a dog that is by all accounts healthy and still fairly young without feeling like I am doing something wrong. I wish she would get some cancer or at least some arthritus (sic) I would feel much better about putting her down if she was hobbling around.
3. I feel like this is all my fault. If only I had socialized her more (we took her to the dog park every day until she turned 2 and became too aggresive) or if we had never taken her to boot camp (we think they abused her there). I don't feel like she should pay for my mistakes.
4. She saved me from something a few years ago. I was walking with Caleb and a man tried grabbing me. She just about took his arm off. A little over a month later a man matching that description raped a woman on that same bike path. I don't know what this guy was trying to grab me for but it couldn't have been anything good. I feel like I owe her for that.
5. She is like my first born child. She consumed our lives until the kids came.
6. She forces me to get excercise because her energy level is so high.
7. I feel safe with her in the house.
8. I feel she protects my kids.
9. The cabin will not be the same without her. Seeing her get excited is my favorite part of going up there.
10. Christmas will never be the same. I love watching her open presents. I love that I can't put presents out before christmas because we will come home to find them all unwrapped. I love that she takes part in the gift openings at my families house and that makes her feel like even more a part of the family.
Ok, enough of this crap. I am crying now again. Allow me to remind myself of all the bad things about her.
1. She bites and scratches.
2. She IS going to bite someone some day and like the vet said, it could banckrupt us.
3. She stinks and takes up a good part of the bed.
4. My kids have a dog that they can't play with or touch. She won't even catch the ball if Caleb throws it to her. She will let it hit her in the face.
5. She steals food right out of their hands all the time. We have to lock her up whenever we eat otherwise she steals the food.
6. She has started peeing in the house more and more and my house stinks. I can not run a daycare when there is dog pee in the carpet. The carpet cleaning bills are draining us. And don't think this is because she doesn't get let out. We let her in last night and she promptly went straight downstairs and peed in the house. Apparantly it was too cold out for her.
7. We can't leave her with anyone because she bites. No kennel will take her and no family will watch her anymore. Therefore we can not go anywhere overnight. We have friends in the cities and we can't go visit them. We can't go on a weekend trip anymore, even if we had money left over after all the carpet cleaning bills.
8. She constantly tears apart the garbage. We have a door but it always gets left open and we come home and the garbage is torn apart all over the carpet.
9. She just ripped my favorite set of sheets that were oh so soft and comfy.
10. She costs us a fortune. She constantly gets yeast in her ears and the meds are about $15 - $30 per month. Her vet bill every year now tops $300 and that is when she is well. She has allergies and requires benedryl everyday.
Anyway. This was a depressing entry. I just needed to vent a bit. July 13 So Much To Tell And Probably No One To Listen....Ok you guys, I know I don't deserve any friends since I have not been on here in...I don't even know how long it has been but my last entry was about fantasy football and that season is long over. Brad lost (*snickering under my breath*)
So, one thing I failed to mention last time I was on was that I was kind of pregnant. I didn't know if any of my daycare families read my blog and if they did I didn't want them to know I was knocked up (my mother loves this term...so classy) until we had a game plan in place and knew how much time I was taking off. I am still on maternity leave, I took off the whole summer!!!
Anyway, On May 30th, I had my mothers revenge, a baby girl. We read that you are most likely to conceive a boy in the fall so we waited until September in hopes of avoiding the deadly curse my mother placed on me when I was 14..."I hope you have a daughter just like you some day". She actually went on to say "I take that back, I wouldn't wish that upon anybody", but apparantly God couldn't hear the last part of her curse over the slamming of the door (she would slam doors for emphasis...kind of like an exclaimation point on her usesless threats). So, we are just going to buy stock in Phizer because once this sweet little girl hits puberty the whole house will be on anti-depressants.
Baby Adelyn (pronounced like Madelyn but without the *M*) weighed 8lbs 7oz! I was thrilled to hear that because I thought she would only be about 7lbs. That was an extra 1.5 lbs that I didn't have to lose!!! As for her name, I don't care if you don't like it so please don't feel the need to express your distaste for it. We call her Addie for short or Daddy's Addy. She has made us very tired and very happy and I think it is safe to say our family is now complete. It is actually a little over complete - the dog is still here.
I have lots of details and will try to be on more often though I am not making any promises. My old email is gone so here is my new one.
I miss you all and hope to hear from you soon! September 24 What the heck???Jeepers, everytime I come back they change my crap around! I think there are some really overzealous employees over at MSN spaces......fixin' things that aint broken *instert grumbles here*
Anyway, I am back up to my full capacity, no more families on maternity leave etc. The squirrals have set up shop in someone elses house and the water....well we still don't have any water at the cabin. We took our week long vacation up there at the end of August. I shook my fat azz and did a rain dance and you know what?! It worked. The only problem is it rained (flooded actually) back at home (where we didn't need it) and stayed bone dry at the cabin. It rained 13 inches in less than 24 hours at home while we heated bottled water on the stove just so we could dump it over our heads to take a shower.
Anyway, Brad thinks he needs to get onto the computer right now to "check bills" which translates to "check my fantasy football scores" If I ever find the man who invented that crap, I will make him pay. As if men needed another reason to watch football on every day of the weekend. They need to come up with fantasy do your fricken chores or fantasy give me a foot rub. *HUFF*!!
August 06 Ok, It Has Been A While...Ok, I know I was going to get on here a few months ago and now here we are, nearing the end of summer and I still have not updated. I think you all have given up at this point and I am writing simply for the sake of writing but oh well, here goes.
Easter baskets - We once again made 65 easter baskets for the Ronald Mcdonald house. The kids worked so hard and we funded almost all of it on our own. A week after we delivered the baskets I was reading the paper and came across a story about a local business that made 35 easter baskets for the very same Ronald Mcdonald House. There are only 35 rooms (we make 65 so there is enough for siblings as well) so they 100 Easter baskets for their 35 rooms. This kind of upset me and here is why. We have been making those baskets every year for a while now and I call them in advance to let them know how many we are making and when they will be dropped off. It spent roughly $500 -$600 to make these baskets and called ahead of time to make sure that we were not filling a need that wasn't there. I don't know what happened to all the extra baskets, but I cringe at the thought of them being thrown or wasted. I know it is possible that these other people just made these baskets without letting them know they would be doing it, but it is doubtful. I would assume that they would have called to see if anyone was making baskets for them and someone must have told them no. So, this tradition of making baskets may be over. I am not trying to complain, it's just that I don't want our time and hard work to be wasted. If they had someone else making baskets, we could have donated the baskets we made to the womens shelter or a local church, this way they would not be wasted. Anyway, I feel like a jerk for being upset about it. The most important part is the children they were going to and I would rather they get multiple baskets than none at all. Anyway........
Vacation... On a lighter note, we went to Disney World in April! It was so much fun. Caleb was a bit overwhelmed, but he had a good time. I never did lose all the weight I wanted to but there I was, embarassing my husband in my bikini on clearwater beach. Ahhhhhhh...good times!
$$$$$ - Our cabin has been a money pit this year. We had squirrels take up residence in our roof. They chewed holes in the brand new trim throughout the hallway. They chewed through a door in the bedroom and laid their disgusting babies in the bathroom vent.
The stove broke and needed to be replace and now the water pump burned out and needs to be replaced.
Powerball is up to 141 million. That should cover some of it. Did I mention they came through and did a property assesment and valued it at double it's value from last year??? DOUBLE!!! Which in turn means our taxes will go up about a thousand dollars a year, maybe more. I tell you, when it rains, it pours.
One family is on maternity leave (no pay) another family just bounced two weeks worth of payments, another family has been "forgetting" to pay and we have a house payment that needs to be paid. *sigh*
I will be back again soon with a better entry. This one is just making me cranky! March 23 Ok, Time For My Once In A Blue Moon Update (*so ashamed*)Ok, I guess the month long celebration of my birthday is over now so that means it is time for another update.
Easter Baskets - I noticed a couple of you were asking about the Easter baskets this year. For those of you who need some background information, my daycare makes the Easter baskets for our local Ronald Mcdonald House every year. Last year, I complained (nothing unusual) that our local Walmart, Shopko, and grocery stores that have donated every year didn't help us out. This is a huge project, it usually runs around $600 to complete. We have to make 65 baskets and stuff 500-600 Easter eggs. It is a commitment that we have made and we would do it weather or not we received any donations but that is a lot of money and we are not rich and for goodness sakes, we spend thousands of thousands of dollars every year at Walmart, would it be too much for them to give us a 10% discount or a small gift card to help us out?
Anyway, after griping about it, Carrie (who doesn't blog anymore) put something up on her space and the word spread and pretty soon a huge group of you were sending in donations. (See the "Big Hearts Club" on the right) I told everyone I would let them know when we did it again this year. BUT.....I got on my "get healthy" kick and have spent the time I would ususally spend blogging on far more agonizing things like push ups, sit ups and running on the treadmill. Easter baskets time came this year and I could not even think about asking for your help when I have not even been to most of your spaces in months. (I'm so sorry) So, we turned in our requests early and Walmart came through with a $50 gift card and our local drug store, Hunt Drug, gave us enough candy to fill about 400 easter eggs!! Brad and I bit the bullet and just bought pretty much everything else. We only have a few things left to get.
I will still post pictures of the end result and give all the details. We have already stuffed 530 Easter eggs and the kids are excited to "play Easter bunny". It makes me feel so proud to hear my son and my daycare kids spending the Easter season talking about giving when it seems most kids now days spend the season talking about what they want to get. Heck, most of these kids seem to forget that the Easter bunny is going to visit them too.
For the rest of the update....
I am 12lbs away from my goal, yet I still look 6 months pregnant.
Brad has been away at a Managers retreat for 2 days now....he will pay.
I got myself a new bikini......Maybe that is how I will get back at Brad for leaving me for two days...I will actually wear the bikini out in public while we are in florida with a pin that says "my husband thinks stretch marks are sexy".
Now that the snow is melting and everything is thawing out, the dead things that were under the snow are starting to stink. My dog has rolled in every stinky thing in the yard and she smelled so bad last night that I almost threw up. She comes and lays in the bed...how an 85lb dog can sneak into the bed without waking me up is beyone me, and she gets her dead animal smell all over the bedding so that even once I kick her out the whole bed smells just as bad as when she was in there.
I bought a box of bikini wax a month ago. It says it "gentley whisks away unwanted hair" but the longer I sit and stare at the box, the more unconvinced I become. How can ripping out hair be done gentley? You can rip a bandaid off fast but it still hurts. Suddenly the "unwanted hair" isn't so unwanted.
I took my dog....correction, Brad's dog, for a walk last night. I am not normally a jealous person but as I watched other dog owners walking their well behaved pups I grew green with envy. What did I do to deserve this? (Don't answer that mom) If she wasn't pooping in every other yard she was wrapping the leash around my legs or the stroller. Then we walked past a house with a barking dog in the window and she freaked! She bolted across the street and took off. Some well meaning walkers thought they were going to help by grabbing her....that didn't go over well. The hard part of the retractable leash was dragging behind her and she whipped around a vehicle in a driveway screaming the whole way up to the top of the hill. I was so embarrassed!
Well, this is probably the longest entry ever so I will leave it as is. I will be back once the baskets are done with pictures!
February 28 Happy Birthday To MeKudos to Alicia for remembering my birthday and sending me a card, which in turn reminded me that it is time for another update. Does anyone even come here anymore???
Well I will update as though there are dozens of Princess Jenn fans out there patiently waiting on my update....although the echo in here makes me believe otherwise.
I am still trying to get skinny. I have only two pounds in the past month. I lose a couple of pounds during the week and then celebrate on the weekends by stuffing my face. I am beginning to think that my diet plan may have a flaw. My legs are as hard as a rock though due to the running I have been doing on the treadmill. So on the weekends when I bake my cookies, cakes, cupcakes and pies I am able to crack the eggs on my rock hard legs.
My abs are another story. I swear to God when I had my C-section 3 1/2 years ago, the doctor dumped a huge bowl of jello in there just to see what would happen. Have you noticed a pattern of "it's never my fault" here at my space?
Caleb has been gone for about a month now and has been replaced by spiderman. Spiderman throws punches in the direction of unsuspecting old ladies at the store and has informed me that he does not have to listen to me because spiderman only listens to Aunt Mae. If you say something that spiderman does not like, he slings a web in the direction of your mouth in an attempt to shut you up. Why can't he pretend to be Jesus or someone more saint like? ........Ok, I just imagined my son pretending to be Jesus and he was still doing round kicks and growling at old people. I can't win.
Brandy is going nuts and in turn, driving us nuts. She is so wound up from not being able to go outside that she turns everything into a game. I get up to go to the bathroom and she bites my leg. I make the bed and she bites my arms as I try tucking in the sheets (which is no easy feat when you have an 85lb dog jumping around on the bed to begin with). Going for a walk is simply a tease at this point, this dog needs a full day of running around outside and that is not going to happen anytime soon. We just got buried under 2 feet of ice and snow and we have more coming tonight.
As I mentioned earlier today, it is my birthday. Normally a huge celebration in America but today I woke up with cramps and a dog butt in my face. The stinkiest daycare girl has pooped twice already today and it is not even 9:00am yet. Spiderman is ordering me to get off the computer so he can play Nick Jr, and I am sore from shoveling for the past two days. At least my husband did not forget my birthday this year. After forgetting last year (and enduring a year of ridicule) he made darn sure to wake me up at 5:00am to tell me Happy Birthday.....Gee, thanks honey, I didn't have to be up until 6:15, but whatever.......thanks. Sleep is over rated anyway, right?
I will be back again soon. If you guys want to drop me a line you can email me at childcarevoice@hotmail.com . This is the only email I check anymore. I miss you all! January 25 Dusting off the cobwebsOk, my mother is standing over my shoulder forcing me to update. It has been....well, a long time. When I last left you, it was before Christmas, Caleb was doing better in Karate and I was going to get skinny.
Here is the latest.
Christmas - Santa is a wonderful thing...when you are young. Now that I am older however, I find myself wanting to wrap a noose around his jolly neck everytime I see his fat cookie eating face. Why is it that he gets all the credit for my hours of hard work. I didn't see his fat arse anywhere around while I was wrapping the umpteen million presents my son requested this year. He was no where to be found the day after Thanksgiving when I was dumb enough to do my shopping and I am quite certain that he will be absent the day the bills come rolling in. So why is it that I voluntarily give up credit to some fat, lazy, nonexistant man??
I am rethinking the plan for next year.
Anyway, my dad played Santa for the daycare kids again. This year, Caleb opened his presents and scowled at Santa while scolding him "you didn't bring me my transformer robot!". Nothing like being thankful for what you get, huh?
Dad, got his revenge for having to play Santa by wrapping up the false teeth for me again this year. At least I knew better than to toss the box this year. Well daddy dearest, keep it up and I will volunteer your santa services to my other daycare mommy friends. <insert sinister laugh here>
Caleb and I are now recovering from strep throat. What a great way to bring in 2007!
We leave for Florida in 12 weeks. If I didn't have strep throat, I would be dancing.
As for the skinny part, I have found my goal getting less and less bold over the past two months. I am convinced at this point, that if I could just lose 20lbs, I would be happy as a lark. So, I am going to stop my midnight chocolate eating, my fast food runs and somehow put an end to my bizarre cravings for ramen noodles.
I will be back soon to let you know how much I love the IRS for making me enter a gazillion receipts into the computer, track my mileage, keep files and receipts and other boring stuff and maybe I will even do a top ten on why I think the irs should come enter receipts for me. December 08 Alright Already...Here is your stinkin' update...bunch of whinersI know, I was doing really well for a while there and then I got lost again. I am totally in the Christmas spirit and if anyone tries to ruin it I will send Brandy over to pee on your carpets.
Here is the latest....(honestly, do you guys really care?)
Schooling the boy in the ways of the ninja (karate class) has become much less challenging. He even got a yellow stripe on his belt! He has been participating, saying yes sir and yes ma'am and even following directions. The downfall???? He is learning how to kick my azz.
Brandy has only peed in the house once in the past two months. Curtis the carpet cleaner probably thinks we are dead or replaced all the carpet in our house with hardwood floors. Either way, I am sure he is worried.
I put the lights up on the house for the first time since we moved in. Last year I left it up to the husband and he did half the house and quit so we were never able to turn them on. One of our neighbors is always in the paper and on the local light tour and thinks he is hot stuff because he has endless time on his hands to decorate his house in 8 billion twinkling lights. (*cough, cough* LOSER *cough, cough*) so now it is my lifes ambition to out do him. One of these years, my house will be in the paper and he will be crying outside next to his plastic deer as all the cars drive past his house on their way to see mine. So, basicly, my lifes ambition is to be a loser. Hey, at least I have goals.
I have convinced my dad...(actually I didn't give him a choice) to play santa for the daycare kids again this year. My dad is the ultimate tough guy. A marine, a war veteran, a cop for nearly 30 years and when he dresses up in the cheap santa suit he looks like a drunken St. Nick with the fake white beard all crooked and the scragly white hair peice. The kids never seem to question why Princess Jenn spends the whole 45 minutes laughing at Santa or why Santa doesn't seem very jolly. In revenge I am sure I will find nothing but cat turds under the tree this year when we celebrate Christmas at my parents house. Keep in mind, this is the man who wraps his false teeth up and then laughs a sick perverse laugh when I greedily paw the gift open and the set of teeth falls into my lap, which, of coarse, sends me into convulsions. (~shivering at the thought~).....remember old man, I get to pick the nursing home.
Hope all of you are having a sick and twisted holiday season as well. What is the wierdest Christmas tradition your family has? Between the false teeth and the lutefisk I am certain I have you beat. November 15 A little of this and a little of that.........Ok, so here is the latest in my household cause I know you are all just sitting on the edge of your seats waiting on an update (crickets chirping)..... alright then.
Princess Jenn - I have managed to break not one, but two toes. Everytime I get on the treadmill, my toes swell up and start rubbing together causing them to bleed. Why do I still get on the treadmill? Because I want to look hott in a bikini when I go to Florida in 5 months and I don't have time to put my feet up. They don't give you a cast or even tape the things up when they break so that is a green light to work out, right?
Caleb - finally started paying attention in Karate but I am considering pulling him because of some of the other kids in the class and the teachers inablility to control them. There is one child in particular who does not listen or sit with the class. He runs around kicking and punchind and trying to trip the other kids as they are doing what they are supposed to do. This would bother me if I wasn't a childcare provider, but because I am, I do not have tolerance for unruly behavior and I just want to throw the kid in a timeout and scold the teacher for not doing anything about it. The other kids have trouble paying attention because of all the chaos and my son starts getting the idea that he can behave this way. We will see how this pans out, but black belt or not, if you can not control a group of 5 kids with two adults, you shouldn't be doing it.
Brad - was sick for four or five days and my Lord am I happy when he gets all better. Talk about a whiny baby! I swear to God he over exagerates his coughs and makes me full aware of how much it hurts everytime he swallows by groaning after each time. *sigh* The kids all had the same thing and they were still running and playing NOT whining about how their head was going to explode. I would much rather take care of a sick baby than a sick husband.
Britney Spears - Ok, she is not part of my homefront but I still indulge in my gossip trash magazines ( I am obsessed) and there is some pretty darn good news on her homefront. She has finally dumped her worthless peice of garbage husband so he can rap his way into poverty.
Nicole Ritchie - still can't gain weight...again honey, just take the finger out of your throat and the food will stay down. She still denies having an eating disorder, but no one eats 10 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a couple of cupcakes in one sitting and does not gain weight. Trust me, I have tried it. November 09 Ode To ToniOk, I am the worst best friend ever in the world. My best friends birthday was November 7th and I completely forgot....again......for like the 10th year in a row (hanging head in shame).
I was so transfixed with the election. I even called her to see if she wanted me to watch her kids so her and the hubby could go vote. We talked for a few minutes and she didn't say anything. She just waited for me to remember and I failed her. (again...head hangs in shame)
So, in true daycare mama fashion, I shall redeem myself through poem.
There once was a girl named Toni
I love her more than macaroni
I met her in seventh grade
Oh the trouble we made
Me and a girl named Toni
5 days of suspension would not be so fun
but together we ordered pizza and layed out in the sun
Tennis on school property will never draw stares
like the ones we got playin in our underwares
We met in gym class where I taught you to dive
sneaking out after dark made me feel so alive
we shared boyfriends and pranks and cigarettes too
Ive never met anyone as fun and loyal as you
You sang at my weddings, you support me in full
your sassy and sweet and you make life never dull
Your kids call me auntie and mine calls you dito
Your the best friend in the world and I love you so!
Happy birthday Toni!!!!! I am sorry I forgot...again
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