I'm in!!!

Cool hair, dude

It's official - I got the new job!!! I'm FINALLY a reporter again! Yay!!! (And an editor again - just to keep life interesting.) Holy moly! I'm so happy and sad, all at the same time. I just wish I had seen this coming sooner, so I'd have more time to find more convenient care for John. We have an interview with a home daycare lady, but I already don't like her. But, she's licenced, she's just blocks away from the paper, and he'd be the only kid she'd have through the day, so at least he'd get plenty of attention. What kind of attention, I don't know. Ugh. Oh, that and she can't take him until July 11. Mike figures he'll easily be on strike unti then, so he'll stay at home and do the full-time parent thing until then. But the strike could end before that, and end with only a few days notice, so it could backfire pretty severely.

Ugh.

I better call the other daycare. The one I really didn't like, the one who let a poor toddler cry alone on her cot, but at least is on the way. It's only for six months, right? What kind of deep damage can be done in six months? Then, he's off to the French Utopia, where everyone is nice and there's constant squeals of glee in the background and they build little french neurons. That and the price is subsidized to make it the cheapest place in town. It's walking distance to our house, to boot. The only way they could make it better is to accept babies. Ugh.

Well, we'll work it out. These things have a way of falling into place.

A promotion, eh - I guess we should delay our campaign to get John a sibling for a little while. Ha ha. Not that it has been particularly successful, anyway. We're pretty sure the next one will require some medical intervention, but we're just not ready to ask for help at this point.

John has a seventh tooth! One more until this set is complete!

Anyway, I had better get on the phone and drum up something for daycare. I start in a week and a half, whether we have something in place or not! Holy cow! This is the first time I've been grateful for this wretched strike - at least John can stay home with Mike, if I don't find something closer in time.

Ugh.