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A Message of Hope and Taunting

Sixteen years, three months later
We are finished with DAYCARE!
(Missing from picture is a certain 16 year old who later came home GLOWING and floating just a little bit. Her "not boyfriend" asked her to homecoming)

Back to my original thought - I now have days in a row when I don't worry about my children for six solid hours, nobody calls my cell phone to give me a play by play on a Zoodles game or tell me they are bored. Above all, I don't have to think about picking someone up from daycare or kindergarten in the middle of the day.

I know. You be jealous.

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  1. The Mecham FamilySeptember 1, 2011 at 8:39 AM

    I am jealous! I doubt It will be years before I can stop paying daycare!

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  2. M-CatSeptember 1, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    It's like getting a raise!! No more daycare fees!

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  3. YolandaSeptember 1, 2011 at 3:38 PM

    Yeah!!!!

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  4. June Freaking CleaverSeptember 1, 2011 at 7:16 PM

    Don't tell the children there is extra money...they'll suddenly need it for band or homecoming or school projects.

    You've reached an important milestone...I assume you smile now when you drive home from work?

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