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I'm moving in just over a month.

Thank you little baby Jesus! I have been waiting for this moment since JUNE!

Oh by the way, I signed my lease in JUNE!

To say that this was the worst apartment experience ever in my whole entire life of renting apartments would be a HUGE understatement.

That would be like a Jew saying that the Holocaust wasn't all too bad. 

Because it totally was, my friends. It totally was!

I have hated the duration of my time on this property with a mean, fiery passion. 

All 10 months of it. Starting pretty much from day one.

I am 95% positive that the front office manager is on drugs and she's a big fat dumb liar.

I waited for probably two to three months for them to fix my upstairs neighbors' floor because it was broken and loud as eva when I was trying to get my beauty rest.

You don't mess with a girl's beauty rest, okay!

And every other minute of every day for that matter. 

I didn't know initially that it was their floor that was broken, I didn't even know a floor could break. Then again I didn't know that they made houses that weren't made out of brick until I was a senior in high school. Live and learn!

After a certified letter, complaint to the BBB and some heated phone calls with drug addict front office manager Mary, it finally got somewhat fixed...a month later.

I'm pretty sure I met the Devil at some point during this lease that came straight from Hell. I told him to save a spot right next to him for Mary.

But enough about that, the fact that I hate the Country Club Apartments with every ounce of my being, deep down to my soul, is not the purpose of this blog.

Since we are moving soon, I had to look into a new daycare for Reese.

Have you ever took a tour of daycares? Oh my god. I need a drink just thinking about it.

I seriously burst into tears after I left the first daycare, and I'm not just saying that to be funny. It was that stressful for me.

When we first arrived at this daycare, please keep in mind that I sat in not moving traffic on George Bush (YES! George Bush. The highway that NEVER has traffic!) for a solid 20 minutes on our way there. That is a long ass time. Seriously, the crazy festival of ridiculousness ahead of me on that highway was something that was hard for my brain to comprehend. 

I've already talked about my feelings on driving, and traffic and asshole drivers that drive on the freaking shoulder or in the godforsaken grass for that matter just to get a little bit farther than you just to wait some more. 

Oh wait, I didn't touch on that in my driving blog? 

Well it boils my blood almost as much as the Country Club apartment complex.

I finally arrive at Daycare #1 and it was a life changing experience, and don't mean that in a good way. The thought of daycare in general seriously just stresses me the f out. There are so many horrible stories that I see on the news like:

1. They accidentally gave the kids washer fluid instead of Kool-Aid

2. Accidentally leaving the kid in the daycare van and they die

3. The entire Chris Hansen special on daycares that aired on Friday

4. Pretty much any other story about a daycare on the news ever

Since three weeks after he was born he has gone to the same caregiver who is truly amazing. Reese is so well behaved because of what she has instilled in him; he just brings that behavior home with him, and needless to say it has made my life a LOT easier. Finding someone to emulate the care that she has given my son would be impossible, but I was determined to find the next best thing. 

Daycare #1 was not that.

Children running around everywhere. 

You already know how I feel about other people's children.

Kind of like Going Bonkers, only there was one WT teacher lady who looks like she may or may not have smoked meth at some point in her life watching all these toddlers by herself. By the way, if you aren't familiar with my abbreviations, WT means White Trash. You're welcome.

Ever watched Toy Story 3? The baby room that the toys get thrown in? 

Yeah, that was kind of like this daycare, only I wasn't watching it on TV. 

I was actually stuck in it. Gross.

Kids throwing toys at the wall for no reason. Running around in circles.

 Sitting on the furniture, play fighting. 

Let me tell you about this play fight too. 

These kids were seriously like full on boxing each other in the room next to us, and they ended up in a dog pile. The teachers reaction? She walks by this pile-o-toddlers and just rips them off by their feet. Is that even legal? If you are going to be touching MY child, it better be in the form of a hug, or some other loving gesture. 

Not removing him from a dog pile by his feet. 

One of my biggest pet peeves is character-wear for children. 

Cars 2 shoes...Not okay. Toy Story sunglasses? I hate your child.

Any character merchandise that is worn by a child is just simply not okay.

I do not want to look at that. It really hurts my eyes. Please, just take it off already.

The reason why I hate them so much is because not only do they look super cheap, there is nothing that will ever match them or even come remotely close to matching them.

I feel like it makes children look very sloppy. If you put your kid in character merchandise I cannot say that I do not judge you without lying. Because I totally do.

I can pretty much put cash down that at least 75% of the 12 children in this room were wearing character merchandise of some kind, and it really bothered me down to my soul.

The classroom was decorated with laminated posters and letters fashioned into words that I'm pretty sure had been hanging there since I was in daycare back in 1993. 

I don't know why, but whenever I think back to my time in the St. Pius daycare, it really just gives me a weird feeling inside. I can't really describe it; it's not like I had any horrible daycare experience or anything, but it's just a feeling that overcomes me and I feel like I am back at daycare, 8 years old and looking like a boy. Very sad and lonely.

That daycare gave me that feeling.

Let's talk about the "playground" at this facility. 

We could pretty much just call it "ground" because it was a little Playskool plastic playground set that is made for like one child at a time, not 11 children running around with character merchandise and dirty faces. 

What the hell is my kid supposed to do on this playground? I don't understand.

Also, Reese would have to be in the baby class with two year olds. 

Stinky character-merchandise-wearin' two year olds with crappy pants.

NO!

I left this daycare feeling very defeated--hence, the tears.

I almost came to terms with the fact that I would be driving from north Frisco to Wylie everyday just so my kid didn't have to spend 10 hours a day anywhere near that daycare. 

Do you know how long that drive is? Probably around an hour with no traffic. And that is just to get from home to daycare, that would not have factored in driving to the office after dropping him off. The things you do for your child!

As soon as I pulled up to Daycare #2, the same feeling came over me like you get when you just woke up from a horrible nightmare (Daycare #1) and realize that you in fact do still have all your teeth and you are not actually being chased by a killer.

If I could put all my expectations down of a daycare, this daycare is all that and even things that I didn't even know I wanted.

 Perfect!

The people are so nice, children well behaved. 

Maybe 1% wearing character merchandise, and that is a huge step up from the last place!

While I am sad to close this chapter in my life, I am excited for what the future holds for us. The new daycare will be a big change for Reese, but it will definitely benefit him in his future.

Goodbye noisy neighbors! Goodbye hour commute everyday! 

Goodbye gangsters who hang out in the parking lot!

Goodbye neighbor who I'm pretty sure is a drug dealer!

Goodbye kicked in neighbor doors during nap time!

We are OUTTA here!!