Unfortunately I had to call my dad from Florida yesterday to come and pick up my son from daycare. My list of issues with this place are too many to number. Sufice it to say that my son clung to R BAWLING not wanting to be left at his camp yesterday morning. This is not typical behavior for my son. He isn't shy, he makes tons of friends easily, he's friggin cute. And he's never had a problem with new places. The last place he was before this was the preschool down here and his teachers RAVED about how well he fit in and that they forgot he was a new student most of the time. Much to my embarrassment/pride at times I'd pick him up there and he would be (what's the word I'm looking for here?) ... well, pretending to be several of the other students "boss" and ordering them to pretend to be his puppies. Hey, he likes playing puppy, and he likes being the boss. So, I was worried when he didn't seem to be taking to his new place. When I got home last night he finally confessed to me that the reason he didn't like it there was that some boy had punched him in the face. Now, I'm the kind of person that if I see you picking on my kid, or on anyone's kid for that matter, I'm likely to hurl you into your next birthday. I WILL NOT LET ANYONE HURT MY BABY. Fortunately for this child, I don't know what they look like. Fortunate for his parents as well for having raise the bully that hit my kid. Now, what really pisses me off is that the place did not tell me that this had happened. I had late last week and in many other small instances noticed that the children were not being looked after well. Now, either they saw what happened and didn't tell me, or they were not doing their job and did not see it. He didn't tell me how many times this has happened, but looking back on his behavior I'm leaning towards this is not the first time. So, today, I'm going to round up the last of his things there and chew someone a new ass. My dad had planned on keeping Aiden two weeks this summer and his godparents are keeping him the last two weeks of the summer, so we just went ahead and let my dad take him now so he won't have to go back to that place ever again. To have a kid cry when you tell them they don't have to go some place, cry for happiness. That's a big bloody problem, and come four o'clock, its going to be their problem too. The BIG downer on top of that is this means one person or another is going to have my son until Aug. 14th. That's like a month with no AIDEN. And I'm seriously bummed. I HATE it when he's gone, much as he stresses me out when he's here. (We're probably the most stubborn people on the face of the earth when we want to be). However, talking to my co-worker a minute ago made me realize something. This means I don't have arrange a sitter. This means the money that would have been paying for his camp can now go to the R and A need to hit the adult clubs fund. And we want to check out the club called the dungeon. And FINALLY, some thrift stores opened, so we can find something to where out. No more borrowing from Annie all the way down here, or getting my gillybean to fix my hair for me. (Alas, ponytails stretch my abilities). So, hopefully this weekend will be VERY exciting. WOOHOO. They have like multipeople and multigender shows down here. I've been wanting to take R here since last year! And I've wanted to hit the dungeon since I first saw it when I was fourteen. AND, we could check out some cemetaries!!! WOW, the possibilities...