Today has been a great day so far. We are all starting to get the routine of life at Lalas Daycare. The kids have been excited and happy to do the things I had planned for the day. I have 4 today. It's been good. Then I got a phone call from a mother of an ex coworker I had back in the day when I was a cashier. She was a hoot, the coworker, not the mother. Anyway she was upset because she thought that I was full, and her grandson is not doing well at all at his daycare now. (Let me give you a little history on his daycare now) The lady is evil... Evil...EVIL!!!, and I automatically feel sorry for anyone who has to go there. She also doesn't like me at all, and who wouldn't like me, come on, I'm me!!!, anyhow, She went as far as calling some parents that I watched kids for last year and bad mouthed me. Good Times! She feels I'm steeling all her kids, but in all reality she lost them all on her own, and until now none of the kids I watch, ever even went there. So when I got this call this morning I felt it a moral obligation to figure out a way I could watch this boy, so he would not have to go to that bad place anymore. Maybe it was the good day I've been having, maybe I'm actually in need of a medication, but I do have 2 part time kids and if she can juggle her schedule I have a space. And if nothing else, I have saved one more little kid from being warped in the house of Evil, AAHHAAAHAHAA!!!
Chronic pain, second opinions, and drugs
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