We got the phonecall!
Daycare!
Just when I'd lost all hope, losing sleep over everything and on the brink of losing my mind.
There's an opening! And it's close to home, just the other side of the park — Helena already interacts with this bunch of smock-labelled kids at the playground on a regular basis. And it's got a cool Latin name by which it will never be known, because it's just too easy to call it Uncertain Octopus.
It's what they call semi-private. That is, it is government subsidized, leaving us to pay $7 a day for standard care (I heart Quebec!), but we can pay extra for silly conveniences like diapers, extra meals, and stroller storage or for nifty special programming like music classes, zoo visits, and theatre excursions.
Once again, life is about to change drastically, and it's sure to spawn a new generation of motherhood-type crises, yet I feel somewhat relieved about sharing the matter of Helena's upbringing (or more accurately, the filling of her time with sensible toddler activities, about which I know nothing) with professionals.
Yay!
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I'm ever so jealous, but happy you found daycare. British Columbia has terrible (and largely unmonitored) daycare, usually a home set-up with some forlorn plastic slides collecting rain in the yard while children are inside smoking cigarettes and watching daytime soaps.
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