Yeah, I guess I need to arrange for somebody to watch my kids, huh? These are the things you don't think about when you're married to a stay-at-home-dad.
Anyhoo, I jumped on it right away (meaning Friday of last week) and scoped out some places (meaning I did a google search) and researched nannies (meaning I brought up the topic of nannies while out to lunch) and set up interviews (meaning I told Scott to call some places to see if they had any openings). It was a lot of strenuous, much thought out, carefully undertaken work.
And, after all that due diligence, I've finally settled on a place for my beloved little snowflakes. They're going to a daycare place up the road. We stopped by today to drop off the deposit check and my kids seemed a little terrified.
But whatevs! It will be good for them, right? They'll make some new buddies, get to go on a bunch of field trips, and did I mention they had an air hockey table? Holla! I want to go to daycare.
Truth be told, I feel kinda guilty sending them to a facility for the summer. God, it sounds like I'm institutionalizing them. I can just see myself summer mornings - "Are you ready to go....to the facility? Mwah ha ha ha ha!" I want them to be running around the neighborhood wearing jellie shoes like little kids from 1985. But, what can you do - it's not 1985 anymore. Which, side note, is probably a good thing - jellie shoes hurt. Also, they probably wouldn't look good on the boys.
Despite the terrified looks on the kids' faces today, they assured me they are super excited. I'm pretty sure it's because they saw one kid playing with an iPad. You can't run around the neighborhood with one of those, now can you.