Day Care
"This is where the children play," the woman said cheerily.
She gestured toward the flat bed of a pickup truck. The edge was surrounded by a makeshift wooden fence that looked like it had been made out of old orange crates.
"Oh, this shouldn't be here," she said and hastily moved a ball of barbed wire out of our path. "We use that to keep our cows in the pasture. And to keep out the... well, you know."
We really didn't know.
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She gestured toward the flat bed of a pickup truck. The edge was surrounded by a makeshift wooden fence that looked like it had been made out of old orange crates.
"Oh, this shouldn't be here," she said and hastily moved a ball of barbed wire out of our path. "We use that to keep our cows in the pasture. And to keep out the... well, you know."
We really didn't know.
Read more: https://apsalmiknowbyheart.wordpress.com/2015/03/27/day-care/
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Author's Note
What they don’t tell you, or perhaps what you don’t choose to hear, when you’re trying to get pregnant is that eventually the baby will be there but you’ll have to go back to work. And for some unknown reason the baby won’t be allowed to come to work with you! What they also failed to tell us is that when maternity leave ended, we’d have to hand our newborn—our pride and joy, the most valuable single thing in our life—over to more-or-less perfect stranger. And while we haven’t had to do that just yet, it has caused quite a bit of anxiety in the Miller household.
The following was inspired by our first two weeks of day care visits.
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Captures the economics of childcare in 'Murica.