For feck's sake.
Frances' dayhome is closed for an extra-long weekend. (Which is totally cool. I want a dayhome provider who takes holidays. Only crazy people don't take holidays. Or rather, they go crazy when they don't take holidays. So, holidays are a-ok.) Which meant that we had to sort out childcare for yesterday and today. And the Grandmas jumped at the chance to have Frances for such an extended period. *rolls eyes*
So.
We both like to leave for work fairly early. I usually leave shortly before 7am, and Steve leaves shortly after. (Steve drops Frances off just before he leaves.) And Steve's parents thought it would be an awesome idea to have her over Wednesday night so that we didn't have to worry about sorting out childcare first thing in the morning. Which was fine.
Steve dropped her off on Wednesday night, and put her to bed. She apparently slept all the way to 6:30am without a peep. She also had a "wonderful" day. And she "didn't cry at all". (Which is normal. She only really cries if she has a reason to. We are lucky.) And she was an "absolute pleasure".
(Random aside: Steve's mom is always trying to reassure me that I'm doing a good job as a mom. But I couldn't care less what she (or anyone else) thinks about my abilities as a parent. I think Steve and I are both doing a kick-ass job and certainly doing the best we can. So I really, really have to hold my tongue and keep the sarcasm in when she says things like "Nat, you're doing such a wonderful job raising her!" She actually says things like that. It's weird. Also, somewhat nausea-inducing. And, yes, I know I'm just a big negative meanie. *sigh*)
But!
But!!
Frances came home covered in freaking mosquito bites. And she has a huge scrape on her chin. Which no one knows how she acquired. Heck, no one even knew it was there until I enquired about it.
Gah.
(I know she's going to have tons and tons of bumps, bruises and scrapes in the next few years. But, right now she's one. You would think someone would at least notice when she scrapes her chin all to heck. Again, gah.)
She's sleeping safely at home now. And my mom is coming to get her first thing tomorrow morning. Hopefully, my mom will be able to abstain from feeding her choking hazards while they're together tomorrow. (My mom loves giving her choking hazards. It drives me insane.)
(Note: All of our parents are capable of sort-of-safely watching Frances for the day. I'm not *really* worried. But they do drive me crazy. And I did tell my mother that I'd rather she not take Frances to the pool tomorrow. And this is why they aren't allowed to do this on a regular basis. And they are sooo not getting custody of Frances if we both die. Which they don't technically know. But, whatever.)
