I wasn’t planning on sending my son to daycare but he has some trouble speaking so his doctor recommended a special daycare that offers speech therapy.  It made sense; the therapist can work with the children as needed to improve the quality of their speech. When the children were not in therapy the daycare workers keeps them busy with activities like singing, dancing, and artwork.  All I had to do was drop him off in the morning and pick him back up in the late afternoon.  This was going to be a piece of cake, or so I thought.

I always packed a small dessert with my son’s lunch.  I was soon scolded by the daycare worker that I’m such an awful parent.  Sugar is bad for children and their teeth.  My argument was that my son was not overweight and his dentist just told us that his teeth are excellent.  Her comeback was that the other children were always jealous of his desserts and fussed because they wanted a dessert too.  How fair is it that my child can’t have a dessert because some other kid will be jealous?  That is a big life lesson. You can’t always have what other people have.

Soon after the cookie incident as I like to call it, my son had an accident on the playground and hurt his nose really badly.  It was bleeding and very swollen.  The same daycare worker tried to talk me out of taking him to the doctor but I was deathly afraid that his nose was broken.  Luckily his nose was not broken it just looked awful.  I talked to her and told her that she must be more careful with my son’s nose.  I don’t want him having a broken nose.  This crazy woman looked at me and seriously asked me “Well, why it the nose so important?”  I was in shock when she said that to me.  I told her that once you break your nose it’s just broke because it never heals properly.   I should have asked, “How would you like it if I broke your nose?”

The insanity unfortunately doesn’t stop here.  The next horrible incident happened when I picked up my son.  She casually told me that she had forgotten to give my child his lunch.   She said it smiling as if it were no big deal.  I was so mad that I chose not to say anything just then.  You know the rule, think before you speak.  I let my son stay home the next day for obvious reasons.  He missed picture day but that was the least of my worries.  She calls me at home reminding me about those stupid photos.  I didn’t want to talk to her so I kept things short.  I let her that my son will not be attending daycare that day.

I’m a peaceful person.  I don’t like confrontation so I planned to just hang a sign over his little locker that read, “Please don’t forget to give my son his lunch.”  She sees me dropping him off.  “Frau Brosinski, I would like to discuss the photos with you.”  I calmly answered, “There is nothing to discuss.  All you need to do is remember to give my son his lunch.”  I turned to walk away but she kept at it.  “I think it’s a shame that he’s the only one not in the class picture.”
I was now boiling mad.  “It’s a shame that you let my son go six hours without any food” I yelled at her.  “I don’t care about the class pictures.”
“So he stayed at home because I forgot to give him his lunch” she went on.  I looked at her with an expression at said, “You can not be this stupid!”
She apologized for not giving him his lunch but not before she stressed the evils of missing picture day.  Lady, you have made this daycare situation a nightmare for me. Why would I want pictures to remind me of this whole ordeal?  If my son did not need speech therapy I would pull him from this daycare in an instant.
If one more incident like this happens I will be forced to write a letter of complaint to her boss.