Trust your instincts
All I have to say is trust your instincts. I was never over the moon about sending Thane to KinderCare. It was always an interim solution, but not one I was crazy about. Yesterday (Monday) was his first day there, and as it turns out, also his last.
When we arrived, we were met by nobody at the desk, a closed security door, and a very open office door, that led to the infant area. When asked about it, we were told that was just “because” and it is usually not open.
In the room, we were greeted by a very nice older woman but told that a) Thane would be in the older infant room, so he would not get out of the crib much for fear of trampling and b) he might not get changed at lunch because they were “so busy.”
Jay and I were then given the joke of a security code, which I told them was very unsafe, paid, and headed to work very upset.
When we got to work, Jay told me to find alternate care.
I called a nanny and Montessori. Oma was so nice and welcomed Thane in earlier than the school year start. Thank God.
When we headed back we were again greeted by an empty front desk and an open door to the infant area. Thirty minutes earlier than we were supposed to be there, I headed through the open door (not the coded one), into the infant room, and picked up my baby. A new girl who was not there when we dropped him off and who has never met me, asked, “Oh, is that your baby?” and then let me leave with him. Appalling. I managed to “steal” my own baby. I was never asked for ID or any proof of who I was.
I spoke to the Director and she “never had so many complaints from a parent before.” Well, chica, maybe you should have. We got a refund, minus one day. My calls to the head office have thus far gone unanswered.
On a lighter note, here are some fun pics of Thane from this weekend.
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