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Day Care Sucks

I went to tour my first day care today ~ No, I'm not crazy. Some of these places have like a year to year 1/2 waiting list. Nuts I tell ya. So, I went to my first one today. Saw a sign at a Baptist church on the way home. Thought it looked promising....

The facility - Meh, not so great. Its old and kinda cramped, smells like a truckload of dirty diapers and way outdated and cluttered. BUT, the kids all looked happy. All the babies in the baby room looked very happy. Which makes me feel good. The ladies watching the babies have all been there for 20+ years. And were VERY sweet. Ratio of adults to children was about 1:4.

But the super crazy part was the cost - Holy Moles on a Biscuit the COST for an infant PER WEEK = $245.00. That's $980.00 a month, $12,740.00 PER YEAR. Ugh. After state & federal gov't crap and insurance, that pretty much cuts my paycheck in half. Yipes. Ramen noodles here we come.

This is not helping me with my burning desire to be a SAHM...Not one bit. Sigh.

Here's hoping I can find something better & cheaper. Like a free Nanny... Any takers?

Oh and Whoo-hoo: This is my 100th POST :o)

Comments

Max's Mommy said…
I would put an ad on Craigslist for a nanny. A couple of my mom-friends found amazing nannies for affordable costs. There are so many people looking for jobs, and you are in an area where there are lots of options, so it might not hurt. You can make your own application and everything.
Chris and Darci said…
Random Nanny = No Way Jose! And if a massager person can kill, think of what a nanny could do!?

Why don't you just move back to Pitt - daycare is much more reasonable here!

But I have some friends that live up there that have daycare so I'll ask them if they know of any places or people. What part of town would be the most convenient?

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