Daycare for my 3-year-old son has been the single most difficult challenge since I started navigating the murky waters of Single Motherhood more than a year ago.
I spent nearly 12 months rendering almost an entire paycheck on a Nanny. I wanted Nolan to have dedicated, attentive care, because I couldn’t give it to him. I wanted him to go to the zoo, the aquarium with her, to perhaps be so distracted with fun things that he wouldn’t notice quite as much that Daddy didn’t live with us anymore, that Mommy spent hours with a furrowed brow at her desk, juggling bills and attempting to paste together mangled ends.
