That’s the lowest cost I can possibly get to have all four of my children in (mostly) decent care while I pack up my laptop and trot back to work.
If I want to remove the (mostly) part, we’re looking at $750. Just because this is how my brain is currently acting, let me say that again.
Seven hundred fifty and no/100’s, per week. That’s $150 per working day. Or $18.75 per working hour.
I mean, Good God!!
Fortunately, this pretty much gets me out of having to even think about the possibility of going back to work “for real” until Captain Adventure is in college. Or at the very least, 1st grade.
However, on the other hand…it does mean that the kids are stuck with me for the foreseeable future. Which might constitute child abuse, I’m serious. I’m such a neglectful mother that Captain Adventure managed to topple over today and whack the back of his head on the edge of a drawer in such a fashion that he received a goose egg the size of, well, a goose egg right at the base of his little skull. I have no idea how he did it, because I was not staring at him at the time, waiting for such an event. No. I wasn’t. I was staring at the Wall Street Journal online, which wasn’t half as interesting as he is, but still. That’s what I was doing…until I heard the ‘whack!’ followed by the dreadful silence that usually precedes high-pitched and long-lived shrieking.
Oh well. Guess they’ll just have to put up with me, like, forever.
They’re so silly, they seem to think this is a good thing.