Mother's Day Friday

I got a full night sleep last night and woke up on my own this morning.  It must be the effects of Aunt Flo (thanks Tiara) knocking me out.  I woke up feeling refreshed...but also with a clear head, I realized that if I book a CD4 appt close to me for Friday, I won't get to go to Scarlett's Mother's Day Breakfast at the daycare.  I got very upset about that.  I don't want to disappoint her having her see everyone else's mommy there and not me.  So now I have to try to get an appointment for tomorrow at the location a little further away and hope they aren't completely booked.  I guess it will be worth it.

I got a lovely email this morning from one of Scarlett's teachers about what I am struggling with for daycare.  

"And for my selfish reasons...I am so looking forward to seeing Scarlett in the toddler room. I can't wait to see how fast she'll learn in there. Already all the teachers come by to see her in the baby room and they are amazed by how gifted she is, we can't even imagine how amazing and advanced she will be in the toddler room. "

As Scarlett's mommy, I couldn't feel prouder to hear that all the teachers from the other classrooms still come in to see Scarlett.  I love that so many people are enjoying her baby years as much as I do.  This kind of comment also makes me struggle more with what to do about daycare.  I know she is in a wonderful place right now.  But to spend between $2200 and $3000 not to send her, or to send her a little bit just because I am paying that money is ridiculous to me.  I am so torn, but I still have until Friday to hear what the head office decides.  I'm relatively certain they won't give up my spot and let me back in.  If they did for me, they'd have to for all of the other teachers.  And judging by things I've heard lately, my instincts were right about the daycare down the street.  There is a reason why the toddler room is only half full when the location Scarlett is at has a 6-12 month waiting list.  

I hear Scarlett stirring early this morning, it's only 6:35am.  I hope she sleeps for another hour.  She really needs the sleep.  I should try to get some work done.  Or some exercise to alleviate the anxieties and vertigo I've been feeling.