I got to thinking today on my way from dropping Grace off at daycare and arriving at work that so much of what is good in my life is stuff I couldn't possibly buy even if I did have more than $7 in my checking account.
It's actually autumnal outside... a lovely blue 70 degree day. It's a day you could wrap up in a package and put a bow on it and people would pay money for it, but you can't buy a day like that... otherwise brides would corner the market on such days. And I'm inside working. But on the positive side, I'm working!
Woo hoo! Mama got a job and won't have to hit the welfare.
I'm actually working at a place I've wanted to work for a long time, it seems that all paths have led here and it suits my skills and priorities right now just fine. You can't put a price on that. It's work that I love, in an environment that I am comfortable in, working for a company whose ideals are put into action, not just a bunch of slick talk. And they pay me? to come here... you can't buy that.
I'm also working part time for friends, hence the fact that I'm often not dwelling on the east-side, I'm flouncing about over on the west-side many evenings and weekends.
I miss the east side... but I still work over here. My new commute to work changed from 4 blocks to 5 blocks. Sigh. Been reading "Bright Shiny Morning" by James Frey, set in Los Angeles, and among many other significant points, it reminds me that living/commuting in LA would make me want to chew my own leg off. I lovelovelove living here... you can't buy that.
So, hi ho, hi ho. It's back to work I went. We had daycare trauma at first daycare. The lady was weird.. with a fake high voice and staccato machine gun laugh. I think she may have actually been a zombie. Regardless, she and Grace did not hit it off, Grace's lil chin would quiver and she'd burst into tears yelling "bye bye" dramatically at me as I left her there. I expected SOME of that, of course, but then I kept hearing from the zombie (I have removed her name from here at her request...hey, I didn't know she was a fan of my blog??!!) that Grace would just cry all day long. I'd pick her up and she'd be red and blotchy, with her chest heaving. It was awful.
I gave it two weeks, finally had Aunt Terri drop her off one day to assess the situation objectively, and she gave it the thumbs down as well. She said it was really hard to leave her, that Grace's reaction was definitely beyond the typical separation anxiety. Which left me with problems. a) How quick can I leave work and go take her out of there b) is there something seriously weird going on at this place? and c) is the problem really with Grace and this is going to be a repeating issue?
Luckily... my fabulous supervisor said "Go. Get. Your. Daughter. Now." The woman was clearly irritated at my unexpected drop in to pick Grace up, and was seriously annoyed. That is never a good sign. Grace was very happy to leave. The next day I took her to yet ANOTHER stranger (to her), a woman who I knew from work years ago. Grace was fine. She did great.
Upon that woman's recommendation, we found a permanent place, a wacky lady in a crazy-busy-loud house... dogs, kids, people dropping in and out. We love her. Grace has started saying her name, which she is quite proud about. She's warm and genuine, really seems to like Grace, and you just can't buy that. Plus I figure Grace is right at home in the crazy dusty house. I love that she has an open door policy. She doesn't ask me constantly what time I am coming, she expects me to walk on in when I get there, whenever. It's very comfortable. And, although it's a mile out of town, it's to the south of town so it's a nice quick drive from either the west side or the east side, with lots of rolling hills and country lanes. Excellent for singing the good morning songs and the going home songs. An unexpected bonus!
Grace is chatting up a storm. According to Baby Center: At age 12 months, most children should be doing this: • Takes a few steps• Says one word besides "mama" and "dada"
And some children might be doing this:
• Walks alone• Scribbles with a crayon• Says two words besides "mama" and "dada"
Not so much on the taking steps and walking stuff, and she ate the crayon I gave her. However, she says mama, kitty, puppy, Scott, Aunt T, book, baby, ball, block, eat, milk, Up please, More please, uh-oh. Help, please. No no no no. bye bye. hi! Hi! hi. HI!
I don't know where she gets the propensity to talk a lot.
And I wish she'd get tired of crawling/standing around.
But it's all good. You can't buy that.