I went to pick up LB after work, and noticed that the signature on Tuesday was not Rooferman’s. Guess who is now picking up my daughter for her boyfriend? Yeah, Blondie.
I pointed out to the daycare employees that she is not on the authorized pick-up list. They informed me that LB’s dad had come in and told them he has a legal right to make his own pick-up list. Obviously he put Bimbo Blondie’s name on it.
Blondie obviously has educated Rooferman on his legal rights. The legal rights that he never showed any interest in until he met her. What a coincidence. Really, what is she getting out of being his cheerleader/maid/nanny/cook/attorney/brain?
I left the daycare center, fuming. One of LB’s teachers stopped me outside and apologized for the situation. I told her it wasn’t her fault, legally I have to let any idiot Rooferman deems worthy pick up my daughter on his days. Just another thing I have to get used to as a single mother. The teacher said, “I know, but personally I think its BS. I would be just as angry as you are right now.”
Blondie and Rooferman can play their little games. The daycare people know who takes care of LB. They know I’m the one who comes to the parent meetings, and volunteers in the classroom. Its my name on the check they receive every month. They know who to credit LB’s bubbling personality to. They got my back.
I asked “Spot” (LB’s male teacher) when I had to start looking for a new daycare. He gave me a look of horror.
“She’s the youngest one in the classroom! Why would you start looking for another daycare?
I told him that yes, she will be turning 3 this summer and didn’t I need to move her to a pre-school class next? Spot shook his head and said, “Oh we’ll just start lying about her age at that point so she can stay in our class. We’ll fake a birth certificate if we have to.”
Kinda warms your heart when someone else loves your kid, doesn’t it? Its definitely not helping my crush on him either.