As some of you know, my Miss Tot is now three,
And will soon get a few hours childcare for free!
The hubby and I, sat and thought it all through,
and decided our boddler could go along too?
(Which all came to me as a massive surprise,
as visions of Starbucks flashed before my eyes….
The promise of time on my own?
The things I could do???
But my dreams quickly shattered and fell from my head,
as The Hubby said “work some more hours” instead.
So we started to check out the local daycare.
With one recommended, we started right there.
A lovely old church nestled into a wood,
It’s Ofsted report was a comforting “Good”.
We booked an appointment, and wandered inside,
The nice lady “showing and telling” with pride.
With all of her charges so calm and replete.
Each one sat content in their “story time” seat.
Then in charged my pair – head first into the toys!
Desperate to meet all these new girls and boys.
“They’ll need an induction” the lady went on,
Miss Tot wasn’t listening. She’d already gone.
Happily making herself right at home,
while Mstr Tot had a more tentative roam.
Back over she came with a push along toy,
and lovingly rammed it straight into our boy.
He burst into tears so I gave him a hug.
“Just bash her” I said with a nonchelant shrug.
Then caught the nice lady concealing a frown,
(Oh bugger I’d let my “Good Mummy” guard down).
I asked a few questions, pre planned and thought out:
Their values? Their ethics and what they’re about?
The Hubby meanwhile had one priority:
“What will it cost us and which bits are free?”
With paperwork done, it was now time to go.
I turn to my daughter who promptly screamed “NO!!”
Straight into a tantrum, flew my little treasure.
I froze momentarily, feeling the pressure.
Then somehow I ushered her out of the room,
Muttering bribes about “Room on the Broom”.
Back in the car we’d survived the ordeal,
but what will we do when they go there for real?
How will they cope when they’re there for the day?
Will there be tears as I’m walking away?
Will there be traumas and tantrums galore?
Will all the staff hide when we knock on the door?
Perhaps they might have quite a large letter box?
Through which I may possibly post both my tots?
I’ll gently encourage them through with my feet,
And gallop away in a hasty retreat…
Then I’ll sit in the car and I’ll stare at my phone,
Sob just a little, there all on my own.
The truth is, although I may whinge and I moan,
…I don’t think I’ll actually like it alone.
I’m simply their mum, and so when we’re apart,
I can’t walk away without leaving my heart.
And I know they have many adventures ahead,
….but I’ll wish they were driving me potty instead.
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