Today was good, I got a last minute gig, which was nice since financially I'm struggling. I was doing well and then I had a baby so 2014 and 2015 the number of my weddings dropped but also I think it was the peak of an over-saturated market (maybe it still is).
2016 looks to be better, but I'm hustling more. And starting Fall our daycare costs go up by $300 a month to about $900 a month. (I know you Californians are laughing at the meager amount and you Europeans are confused that we have to pay for preschool.)
For the fall she got accepted to La Petite Ecole, a French immersion Montessari. Super excited by it and I think she'll thrive. K-monster is precocious and smart and an extreme extrovert. She prefers to be outside. So today I had to work a bunch and then felt mentally drained so I took K-monster to the drop-in day care nearby. I got 1.5 hours of quiet time, dinner and a book (my favorite). And then I went to pick her up and she cried and screamed and went limp and I had to physically drag her out from a drop-in daycare that she has only been to twice.
I wanted to hold a sign that said: "Hello, I'm not a bad parent. She actually does love me. Both parents are introverts and K-monster is an extreme extrovert and prefers to be outside and playing. Excuse us while she screams "No!" and I drag her to my car and back to our 852 sq feet condo."