Oh, our daycare, we do love it so.
D loves to constantly learn and play and grow.
She whines a little when we arrive,
But after hand washing she’s off to thrive.
Her days are filled with art and song,
And sometimes she acts like she’d rather stay there all night long.
The teachers in all of her rooms so far
Have been absolutely wonderful – right now she’s a Shining Star.
But there’s just one thing about which I need to complain.
And no, it’s not that today’s filled with rain.
You see this thing keeps happening;
This thing which does not make my heart sing.
Every couple weeks the tell-tale signs begin –
Coughing, sneezing, snot rivers down to D’s chin.
Her excellent sleep patterns are soon replaced
By this screaming monster whom I’d like to punch in the face.
Not one night has gone by this week
Where we haven’t awoken to her midnight shriek.
“No, not again, go back to sleep!” I silently pray.
For I know this will lead to yet another horrible day.
A double ear infection, pink eye, and yes, she’s on meds.
Unfortunately they haven’t yet helped to calm her nighttime head.
I, too, now feel the beginning of this damn stupid cold,
And these aches, pains, and bloodshot eyes are getting quite old.
So dear daycare, you’re the best, but give me a break!
I don’t know how much more sickness our little family can take.
Your kids are all cute, I’m not gonna lie.
But I’m now pretty certain they can all shoot biological-warfare grade snot straight out of their eye.