Our preferred daycare facility doesn't have spaces available for May. Unless some sort of miracle happens next week, where a couple of children in J's age group leave the facility, J will have to go to our second choice and then switch over later on when there is space in choice #1.
I am so sad. I was really hoping J could get in to the beautiful facility that we loved so. And I hate the idea of putting him in one place for a short time, and then pulling him out to move elsewhere down the road. As if putting him in care in the first place won't be traumatic enough, let's move him around a bit, just to make sure he has a really hard time.