Saturday the 18th, we received a letter that our daycare would be closing its doors on Wed the 29th. That’s 11 days notice. And when you take out weekends and the holiday, 7 days. It is so unfair. Not just to us, but to the teachers as well. Apparently they found out Friday.

While I guess it should be, it’s not the injustice that is bothering me. It’s losing a place that our child has come to love. I don’t count Little Sister in this, she has only attended for 2 weeks. But Big Brother has come to know and love his teachers. Sue hugs Big Brother every morning when I head out the door. Her love and care for our son has meant a lot to us. She’s like a part of our family. But come Wednesday, that is being ripped from beneath all our feet. Some of the teachers may go to the new school, depending on how many children go over. As far as we know, only one other under 3 year old is going. My hear breaks for this loss. We’re being thrown into a daycare that is more than double the size of ours, with all new children, teachers and policies. I am not going willingly in my heart.

There are benefits to the new school though… well, it is new, it has FOUR playgrounds (a wooden pirate ship as one of them), and many opportunities for our children. On the down side, it is bigger, costs more, and isn’t the home away from home that we had chosen for our children. Wednesday and Thursday are going to be tough days…