That's right folks--it's already time for another installment of Sound-Off Sunday! As I have mentioned, Sound-Off Sunday is an exciting, weekly post wherein I voice a common issue that drives many of us crazy. Well, crazier, anyway. Please let me know if you have a topic that you would like to see torn apart here. I do not judge. Publicly, anyway.
So, this week's Sound-Off involves the recent bane of my existence: day care. I have been incredibly blessed over the past ten and a half months because my saint of a mother put her own life on hold in order to come to Chicago and watch my son during the day. Having lived alone for the past decade, and as it had been 15 years since I had lived with my mom, I wasn't sure how things were going to go. But now, near the end of her enlistment, I can honestly say that I could not have survived a single minute without her. Sadly, however, it is nearing time for her to return to the life she put on hold for her daughter and her grandson. Almost as sadly, this means I have to figure out what the heck to do with my kid during the day.
Seems simple enough, right? Well, I have been looking, off and on, at day care options since before the baby was born. In the city there are about a million choices--shockingly few of which are "acceptable." There are Montessori schools, eco-friendly schools (where little Bobby gets to eat sprouts and spend 10 minute "Earth heal" reflection periods; I wish I were kidding), in-home day care centers and nannies. The one common thread of these options is that they cost roughly what I paid for a year of college (yay State schools). Per month. And that's after you have weeded out "schools" where there are 45 children per angry teacher, the schools where you have to drive 2 hours to get the kid there, and the schools where their punishment policy is to send them out for Jimmy Johns. Plus, when you do find a decent one, the admission is about twice as difficult to achieve than getting into Wisconson (the school, not the state--if you don't know how to get into the state, perhaps you are better suited for politics). I now see why people say it's cheaper to have one parent stay home. I'd be all for it, except for that no income thing.
So my choices are to spend the next several weeks begging a decent day care center where pretentions are higher than my last law firm to watch my kid for a few hours a day, or to pay the very nice prostitute who approaches cars on Irving at 5:00 on a Tuesday to watch him. What's a girl to do? No, seriously, what's a girl to do? Anyone?
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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.
In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.
To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....
In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.
To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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The prostitute might not be a bad bet. You know she is available during the day, since she works the corner at night, so there is no conflict. My only suggestion is you might want to negotiate her rate beforehand. Does she charge hourly, daily, or per service. You don't want to get a call at the office where she tells you that the baby is hungry and feedings are $100 each, or that he needs a clean diaper, which will cost you $200. That could get pricey.
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