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Aug. 7th, 2008 09:21 pmJen was offered and accepted a full-time position at her current part-time job. It comes with a significant salary increase and it is something she enjoys very much. I am skeptical about the job a bit because the company seems more than a little disorganized, but they have come through in the part-time capacity and I can only hope they continue to do so in a full-time capacity. She is very excited about it.
The big hitch is that the new job is in Springfield (where I also work) as opposed to Amherst, which is where her current job is located and also where her child care provider lives. I /love/ Punk's child care provider and she has proven to be very devoted to Punk, very good with children in general, very in line with our parenting philosophies, and just awesome in general. When we found her I really did feel like we won the child care lottery. But it is not feasible to keep her in child care there if Jen is working in Springfield, because it would involve ridiculous amounts of driving, tons of gas money, and most importantly, really long days for Punk. So we have to find alternate child care.
I have no idea how this is going to work. Jen's new job starts on August 18th and that is about a week and a half away. I have no time to call child care centers, let alone visit them and interview providers. And I am really, really, REALLY sad about losing our child care provider. She loves Punk, sends me e-mails about her on a regular basis, sends photos of her enjoying her day, and is just genuinely invested in her. I can't even think about it without crying.
I am trying to find child care near our home or on the way to work, and I hate it. I hate everything about it. I keep finding all of the things out there that made me so glad for M in the first place - scheduled naps, one nap per day no matter what, requiring full immunizations, etc. I am sick about it all.
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My new doctor made me sit for a 2 hour glucose test for whatever reason. I asked for a prescription for Metformin for my PCOS and she required the 2 hour glucose. I did it on Wednesday and it was the most boring thing ever. And of course my blood sugar is fine. Now give me my damned prescription!!
While I was sitting at the lab for 2 hours for my glucose test, I read a lot of People magazines. And there were a couple of articles about "the pregnant man." And then he had his baby! And all I could think of was, "Pregnant Man Gives Birth. That's a fact."
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This morning we headed to family court so Jen could officially adopt Punk. It was short and sweet, and the judge has this special bowl full of brightly colored pens that she uses for adoptions. She lets the kid choose a pen, uses the pen to sign the adoption decree, and then gives the kid the pen. It was really the cutest little thing. Then they take a polaroid picture of the family and the judge and stick it to a little certificate. And the court officer takes photos with whatever camera you bring. Cute cute cute.
The big hitch is that the new job is in Springfield (where I also work) as opposed to Amherst, which is where her current job is located and also where her child care provider lives. I /love/ Punk's child care provider and she has proven to be very devoted to Punk, very good with children in general, very in line with our parenting philosophies, and just awesome in general. When we found her I really did feel like we won the child care lottery. But it is not feasible to keep her in child care there if Jen is working in Springfield, because it would involve ridiculous amounts of driving, tons of gas money, and most importantly, really long days for Punk. So we have to find alternate child care.
I have no idea how this is going to work. Jen's new job starts on August 18th and that is about a week and a half away. I have no time to call child care centers, let alone visit them and interview providers. And I am really, really, REALLY sad about losing our child care provider. She loves Punk, sends me e-mails about her on a regular basis, sends photos of her enjoying her day, and is just genuinely invested in her. I can't even think about it without crying.
I am trying to find child care near our home or on the way to work, and I hate it. I hate everything about it. I keep finding all of the things out there that made me so glad for M in the first place - scheduled naps, one nap per day no matter what, requiring full immunizations, etc. I am sick about it all.
~//~
My new doctor made me sit for a 2 hour glucose test for whatever reason. I asked for a prescription for Metformin for my PCOS and she required the 2 hour glucose. I did it on Wednesday and it was the most boring thing ever. And of course my blood sugar is fine. Now give me my damned prescription!!
While I was sitting at the lab for 2 hours for my glucose test, I read a lot of People magazines. And there were a couple of articles about "the pregnant man." And then he had his baby! And all I could think of was, "Pregnant Man Gives Birth. That's a fact."
~//~
This morning we headed to family court so Jen could officially adopt Punk. It was short and sweet, and the judge has this special bowl full of brightly colored pens that she uses for adoptions. She lets the kid choose a pen, uses the pen to sign the adoption decree, and then gives the kid the pen. It was really the cutest little thing. Then they take a polaroid picture of the family and the judge and stick it to a little certificate. And the court officer takes photos with whatever camera you bring. Cute cute cute.
