Brockton has been going to the same daycare since he was 11 months old, he’s now just a little over five years old. Yesterday I sent in his letter or withdrawal At this wonderful, fancy place you have to give a two weeks notice, you can’t just pull your child or else they will charge you out the ass for it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved this place and talked it up to people for years because even though it’s expensive as a son of a bitch they are great at what they do and he’s loved it there for such a long time. But, now I’m beyond ready to get him the hell out of there!
They work on a two week tuition payment schedule, which is no big deal. It ends up costing around $200 a week for his full time care, which is a lot but I’ve sucked it up and paid them because I knew it was what’s best for my child. Well, when we had the whole plaque this year and Brockton was out and I didn’t know what week I was supposed to pay them anymore I just started shoving money at them weekly because I figured that as long as it came out to the total of the tuition there’s no way I could go wrong, right? Wrong! Apparently because of how they work it was showing one week that I had a $200 credit and then the following week when they were billing tuition it showed that I didn’t pay enough so they started charging me a $35 late fee. BULLSHIT, RIGHT?! RIGHT!
So, basically last week, on Monday, I gave them $400 and it said that I still owed them an additional $130ish, so on Thursday I took them $140 and thought to myself “hey I’ll have a credit of some sort.” NOPE! Mother fuckers charged me a goddamn late fee because I didn’t pay them before Wednesday, even thought the assistant director told me that I wouldn’t be charged a late fee as long as I paid before Friday.
Yesterday when I went in I’d had enough, I gave them my letter, told them that I want a pay schedule because I refuse to deal with their shit anymore and that we are done with all of the shit. I really have LOVED that he’s been there so long and I’ve loved all of the people that Brockton has been in contact with because of CH, but I simply cannot do it anymore.
I’ve got him signed up for what looks to be an amazing summer camp through the ymca here in town and he’s beyond excited about it! It’s going to save me $60 a week in child care expenses alone, that doesn’t include the cost of gas because I drive him 8 miles to school and then drive 8 miles back into town for work and then have to make that trip all over again in the afternoon. The Y’s summer camp is going to be five miles from my house and only three miles from my office. Everything is just going to make so much more sense with him not going to CH anymore.
Sorry to rant at this early hour, I’ve just finally had enough and needed to get things off of my chest because I’ve been furious about this situation for weeks and it’s finally gotten to the point where I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When I woke up this morning I felt much lighter, just giving them my letter yesterday made everything feel so much better. I can breathe a little easier now and feel secure that I’m doing the right thing by my child.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that parenting isn’t the hardest thing that you will ever do in your life, because if they try to tell you that it’s easy they’re goddamn liars. Being a mom is literally the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I struggle daily with my decision making because I want to make sure that I’m doing everything right by my child, I want to make sure that he’s not going to grow up and resent everything that I’ve done for him. I won’t ever stop worrying about the things that I am doing with my life because they have a direct impact on his life. At the end of the day I know that he will know that I am his mom and I did what I thought was best for him and I need to start taking comfort in that fact.