Baby, That’s Just Gross!

I am a very particular, neat person.  I don’t like when my stuff is dirty.  I don’t like when my stuff is messy.  I don’t like when my stuff is not the perfect way that I want and expect it to be.  I think I have a mild case of OCD that I have learned to deal with over the years.  It is one of my many personality flaws.  As my child has grown, I am really struggling with this particular personality flaw of mine.  A grimy, germy toddler running around is very difficult for someone like me. When my daughter was a newborn, my house, my things, her things, pretty much everything had to be neat, clean, and 100% sanitized.  How things have changed in the last eighteen months.

I now tolerate many disgusting things.  The key word here is “tolerate.”  I don’t like the mess that is my house, person, or life and I wish that I could be more “put-together,” but until I win the lottery jackpot and I’m able to hire a personal assistant, maid, and chef, I am going to have to deal with just getting by (mess and all).

So here are the ten most disgusting things that I have learned to tolerate since having a child:

1.    Spit up/food on me/her.  Babies spit up a lot and it gets on whatever person happens to be holding her.  As babies grow, they become messy little eaters.  Unless you want to change her clothes and your clothes eight times a day (which means even more laundry), you learn to live with crusty spit up or peanut butter on your suit.  Wipe it off and move on with your day.

2.    Snot/boogers on me/her.  My shirt has become my daughter’s tissue.  She always has snot on her face, so every time she hugs me or I pick her up, I get snot on my shoulder.  It has gotten to the point where I just use my sleeve to wipe snot off of her face.  I figure that my shirt is already covered in mucus, so what difference a little bit more?

3.    Poop/pee on me/her.  I remove my daughter’s diaper and that’s when she decides to pee.  When I remove her diaper after a poop explosion, she kicks her foot in it.  Diapers leak all over car seats, cribs, chairs, or the floor.  I initially gagged and ran to the bathroom to wash everything.  Now I just grab a disinfectant wipe and wipe it all down.

4.    My daughter puts stuff on the floor into her mouth.  I used to wash every utensil, pacifier, or toy that my daughter threw on the floor.  After watching her take clumps of dog hair and shove them into her mouth, I figure that she really doesn’t care that her spoon fell on the floor and neither should I.

5.    My daughter’s saliva gets in my mouth.  I used to get grossed out when I watched other moms put their child’s utensils in their mouths after their kid ate off of it.  Now I do it myself.

6.    My daughter shares food with the dogs.  I tried to keep the dogs out of the kitchen once the baby was born.  They are smart and quickly realized who would give them table food.  Since my daughter is constantly handing them food from her plate, I can’t keep them away.  She gives them a bite and then she takes a bite.  They lick food off of her hands and then she puts her hands in her mouth.  It’s just gross, but there is nothing I can do about it.  Once again, she doesn’t care that it’s gross, so neither should I.

7.    My daughter plays on the dog bed.  My dogs are foul.  They eat cat poop out of the litter box and they roll in deer poop.  Then they come back to their bed in the living room.  My daughter also likes to hang out on this nasty bed. I bought her two different types of chairs, but she still prefers rolling around on the dog bed with the dogs.

8.    Animal hair on everything.  I have two dogs and two cats.  There are also three humans running around the house.  There is hair everywhere on everything.

9.    Daycare germs.  My daughter started daycare when she was twelve weeks old.  When she came home that first day, I wiped her down.  That was a pointless waste of my time.  She got sick within the first two weeks.  I caught her cold a few days later.  Then I caught her next cold, her flu, her stomach bug, and the next three colds after that.  I was sick from October through April.  The good news is that my daughter and I have built up immunities to daycare germs, and this year, neither of us are sick…yet.

10.    A house that is not as clean/disinfected as I would like it to be.  With all the traffic in my house, it gets nasty really fast. I have four shedding, barfing, peeing, garbage eating animals, one destructive toddler, and one messy husband.  I vacuum daily.  I do at least a load of laundry every day.  I wash dishes daily.  I try to wipe down my bathrooms, dust, clean the litter, and mop the floor when I get a spare minute on the weekend.    I told myself that the house is clean, but then I made the mistake of looking closely at the caulk on my shower door seam and noticed that it had developed an active mold culture.  This is something that I would expect in a college frat house, not my home.  I grabbed the bleach, killed that mold, and went back to telling myself that my house is clean.

  • Sigh. I continue to lower my expectations.

Child Care Blues: The Break Up

I must say that changing day care programs feels a lot like a bad breakup.

My daughter, G.G., was told not to return to her first day care, not because of anything she did, but because of me and my husband.

Over the last year, I have thought the infant program was alright; however, for forty-one days out of the year, my daughter’s school does not offer infant care included in our tuition. With all of the breaks (fall, winter, spring), in-service days (an average of two each month), holidays (way more days than I have off work), parent/teacher conference days (why is infant care closed for this?), and snow days (I made it here so the roads really aren’t bad), this situation was not working for my family.  The first time that I pulled in and saw that no one was there due to a two-hour delay, I panicked.  Then, I got mad.  Why isn’t anyone here?  Why is there a delay just because it’s cold outside?  Where is my kid going to go today?  Do I seriously have to waste a personal day for this?

My husband and I are attorneys.  As attorneys, we have very unforgiving and inflexible schedules.  We have to be at work: there are client meetings, deadlines, court appearances.  Neither of us can show up with a baby on our hip.  We need a day care that is open typical day care hours because we have to be at work.

So I started making phone calls, setting up appointments, touring facilities, crunching numbers, trying to figure out when to pull G.G. out of her current program, and planning how to break the news to them.  It felt like I was cheating.  Every time I went to pick up the baby, I felt guilty (especially if I had just toured another day care center).

My husband and I talked a lot about how we would explain to the day care that we were leaving them. My husband had serious concerns that the employees would treat my daughter differently when we broke the news.  I thought he was being silly. These are child care professionals. Circumstances change and people need to switch child care providers all the time.  It’s really not a big deal.

I just have to say that people never cease to amaze me.

We paid through the new year so we expected to pull G.G. at that time.  But then we entered the longest in-service period ever, an entire week-and-a-half with no child care.  After one day of this, it pushed us over the edge.  We decided to pull G.G. out at the end of the month and place her into a day care situation that works better with our schedules.

We found a reasonably priced day care that had the hours that worked for us and had great recommendations.  Even better, we would be paying thousands of dollars less in tuition.  So we set up the switch at the end of the month.

My husband met with the Assistant Director of the school and informed her that we needed to change programs because of our work schedules.  My husband told her that once my daughter entered kindergarten, we would certainly consider returning. Although she was nice about the whole thing, she made the inappropriate comment, “You are both lawyers so on the days that we don’t offer care, why don’t you just hire a nanny?”  Whoa, are you kidding me? Who says that?  I shouldn’t need to hire a nanny just so I can have my kid in your day care.

My husband told her that our last day would be the final day of the month.  We received an email from my daughter’s teacher noting that she was informed of the change in our situation and confirmed our last day.  We would be able to finish out the month, say our goodbyes, and pick up our stuff.  We thought that it made sense and everyone was on the same page.  This breakup was not going to be so bad after all.

Then the new Director got involved and the amicable breakup got nasty.  My husband got an email from her, informing him that their school was open more than the 180 days a year that most schools are open.   Gee, thanks for that useless factoid of info. My daughter isn’t in real school yet because she is one year old, so I only care about your infant and toddler day care schedules and since your infant and toddler day care is open way less than every other day care around, adios.  The Director went on in her email that it would be better if the G.G. did not finish out the month because it would confuse her.   Huh?  I don’t think she would be confused, but now I certainly was.

Since there seemed to be some type of issue regarding my daughter’s last day, I called the Assistant Director and confirmed that G.G.’s last day would be the end of the month.  I reaffirmed that if my schedule changed, I would certainly consider bringing the baby back to the school.

A couple minutes after hanging up the phone with her, I received a call from the Director who informed me that G.G. could not finish out the month because they needed to focus on new and enrolled students. G.G.’s teacher would leave her stuff in a box outside the classroom. It was beyond my comprehension why a person would say this to a customer who had paid a ton of money over the past year to the program, especially considering that this customer stated that she wants to bring her child back in the future if her work schedule changes.  What a savvy businesswoman this Director must be telling a current customer that since you will not be giving us more money in the immediate future, you can take a hike.  It’s also great to know that this is the type of person in charge of my child’s care.  Thanks to the new Director’s personality flaws and lack of tact, she really made it easy for me to walk away from that relationship.

I guess my husband was right.  Some people are ridiculous, petty, and pretentious. This is not the type of person I want involved in my daughter’s well-being so I am quite glad that I got her kicked out.

But in the end, who ended up breaking up with whom? The whole conversation with the Director felt ridiculously childish. The tone was almost like, “You can’t break up with me if I dump you first.” Personally, I think my family came out on top in this break up. Now I just have get my belongings and move forward with my next relationship.