Mar 29 2006

Today’s Menu- Peanut Butter Cookies!

Yesterday when I picked up Cole, his day care provider admitted that she “cheated” (her word) and fed him vanilla custard. I don’t know if she caught the look of murderous rage that flashed across my face, but I tried to play it like it wasn’t a big deal.

But, to me, it is a big deal. I have a very particular way that I am introducing foods to him and vanilla custard was not on the schedule for another few YEARS. I don’t want him eating that shit at all, and especially not as one of his first foods. Not to mention that we don’t know if he has allergies yet and we have no medical insurance to use if he has a reaction to anything.

I had it all planned in my head to say something about it when I dropped him off this morning, but did I actually go through with it? No. Of course not. I chickened the fuck out.

Y’know why? Because I was afraid of her retaliating and harming him somehow.

I should not be afraid of my day-care provider.

This whole situation is so wrong. I know that no one will take care of him like I do, but I don’t want to be afraid to ask.

Why can’t I just win the lottery so that I can afford to quit my job and be with him all the time? I’ve been told that you need to actually PLAY the lottery to be able to win. Pssht. Whatever.