I really didn’t want to rant, but whatever.
I’m done with Head Start. They can suck it. If they were trying to get rid of my annoying complaints and bitchy emails, they have succeeded. Its not worth it to fight them anymore. They are making my life a living hell, and I’m over their sloppy, unorganized, bureaucratic mess of a so-called childcare organization.
LB transitioned to the preschool class the day she turned three. No easing her into the new surroundings, just “take her there on Monday.” The new teacher had no clue we were coming. No one even bothered to tell her she was getting a new kid in her class.
By Friday I had already received a call from the new class: “There was a child diagnosed with Whooping Cough on Tuesday, and since you haven’t gotten your daughter vaccinated, we felt we had to call you personally. You need to decide what you want to do.”
Well thanks for telling me on FRIDAY. What the hell could I do? Thanks for letting me know that this kid had been sick all week, and my daughter had been playing with him. Thanks for implying that I’m the evil mother who is guilty of child abuse for not vaccinating her kid.
Yesterday, I drop LB off at daycare. By noon they had called me: “Your daughter may not return to Head Start until she has been tested for Whooping Cough and a doctor has written a note describing she has been treated.”
I took her to the doctor where they stuck a wire up he nose and swabbed the inside of both sides until blood started pouring out. LB screamed and cried and clung to me, saying she wasn’t sick. The doctor shook her head at me, like I had brought this torture upon myself. She told me the test results wouldn’t be back until Friday. Until then I had to keep my child quarantined, start antibiotics immediately and basically deal with the consequences of my irresponsible decision not to vaccinate.
Suddenly I was a criminal. My daughter was a carrier monkey. I was facing at least a week of missed work, and a birthday party where I had exposed dozens of people to a possible disease.
I’m angry. I’m defensive. I’m stressed. I’m panicked. But I’m not a bad mom. I shouldn’t be feeling this right now. I’m smart and thoughtful and reasonable, and I’m furious that I’ve been reduced to questioning myself by an organization run by policy, not humanity.
I have an appointment on Thursday with the daycare here at my job. Its $400 /month more expensive than Head Start, but at this point, I don’t care. They have shown me that they don’t respect the employees, the parents, and now, the kids. They think the low income population should bow down and kiss the ground they walk on because they are offering such a vital service to us.
Well guess what?
Shitty service is still shitty service, no matter what demographic you work with.
I’m not going to be thankful for the way I’ve been treated just because I make less than $25,000 a year. Head Start thinks because we live in such a ridiculously overpriced town, with such a high demand for childcare, we should thank our lucky stars they exist. I’m done with them. I am taking my daughter away from the friends she has been with since the age of 9 months. I’m willingly paying 3 times as much for the care Head Start should be providing.
I’m done. They can celebrate all they want. I’m not questioning myself anymore.