Invent a kid project update #5
After not getting the third degree about my “son” upon returning to work a few weeks ago, I thought I had rounded third and made a clean slide into home.
I was wrong.
Today my nosy cube mate, you might know her better as STUPID GIRL, rolls her chair over into my personal space and goes “You have a son, right?”
“D’oh” I think to myself. “Yup,” I say as I turn around and pretend to work. Then, it happens. The question that I knew I should have prepared for, but I thought I was safe. I mean, it’s been over a week since I had the sick son ferchrissakes.
“How much do you pay for daycare?” was the question.
Daycare? How the hell do I know? So, I thought for a second. I know that daycare is expensive, but just how expensive is expensive? I knew if I gave an amount too high, that the conversation would go on far too long - something along the lines of “What?!? That’s crazy! Where do you take him? Cause you can take him somewhere cheaper!” But I really didn’t have any idea what price range I needed to hit. So, I decided to aim low, knowing that if I was too low I could just say that I paid a neighbor, and hope to hell she didn’t ask for the phone number.
“$55 a week” I told her.
I could tell from the look on her face that it was too low for a normal daycare. I could also smell the smoke from the wheels turning in her head. I knew what was coming next - she wanted the name of the place.
“But it’s not really a real daycare, it’s in someone’s house.” I added quickly before she had a chance to speak.
“Oh, that makes sense,” she sighed.
I also let out a sigh. That was a close one.
So, the lesson for the day - research and be prepared.
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