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Originally published at Fractured Sanity. You can comment here or there. I went to visit Mother last night and we’re chatting. The converstation turns to my nephew, Mister “D.” Apparently he’s been banging his forehead against the bar on his crib every work day. I’m thinking a) something is dissing him or b) he’s got a mental problem. I can’t think he’d have a mental problem because he’s a very healthy kid that always has normal behavior when we interact with him, and his parents are healthy although overworked people. Then I hear about this so-called daycare center who is run by a friend of my sister’s sister-in-law. I think immediately there’s a problem with the daycare center. This lady has done some things that have been questionable. Morever, the kid comes home from her center all hopped up on sugar and covered in filth. Apparently, the daycare center lady has been feeding the kids sugar crap (not veggies, milk, apple slices, bananas, all that boring stuff that’s so good for your body), and keeping them running around till they drop, but they get just 20 minutes for nap.
I got unbelievably mad.
My sister wants to do this diplomatically, it sounds like, and to discuss things of concern with the daycare center lady, who by now, is now Toilet Crap on my list. I yelled and said that it was beyond discussing, get Mr. D out of there. I don’t care if it offends the hell out of the daycare center lady, friend of a sister-in-law or not!!!
I think this daycare center is one that shouldn’t be operating if the lady would leave the center in the care of her unlicensed boyfriend, who by the way, does not know baby CPR, to go to the doctor for a broken toe that she put off having looked at till it hurt so bad, feeds the kids crap, runs them ragged, sends them home filthy in ruined clothes, unhappy, etc., etc.
Look lady, when it comes to my nephew, I don’t give a flying flip how you feel, if you can’t run a daycare in such a way that is proper and nuturing to the kids, GOOD BYE!! I am taking the kid out!
I’ll even take time off to work to go down and take care of Mr. D till a new daycare provider is found.
Frak this, it’s probably stressing the kid so much he doesn’t want to go and acts out by banging his head and I’m sure all the sugar is damaging the kid’s brain cells on top of the head-banging.
EDIT:
Just spoke with sister: she feels badly, like she’s stuck in a hard place. I told her not to feel bad, Mr. D has the support of the entire family. Whatever the doctor says, at least we’ll know. If she needs immediate action, do it.
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