Last month, I had a tiny rant about the minxes’ nursery changeover in management. You would not believe the shenanigans that are going on now. I’m not sure what I can say here, to be honest, so I’ll stick to facts only and cut
all most of the emotional stuff.
Ratios of staff to children are tight. Three staff members have left. More children have been accepted to start in a fortnight. Current staff numbers mean that any additional children would bong the legal staff:kid ratio. The jobs are being advertised, but the closing date isn’t for another month. I asked the new management rep what they were planning to do.
“Oh it’ll be alright, hahahahaha!” she grinned.
“And what’s your contingency plan if you can’t get staff in place within 2 weeks? Will you stop the new kids arriving? Have you told their parents this might happen?” She said she would need to check with Management (remember I said they were now being run from 400 miles away? I wasn’t exaggerating). I said that this concerned me deeply, and that As A Very Concerned Parent, I wanted to know both the plan and the contingency plan. She gulped and stopped nervously giggling. Her bare arms turned purple. (She was dressed for Darn Sarf, not Oop Very North Int Middle Of Nowhere).
The Care Commission previously limited the numbers of babies in the Baby Room, based on the room’s dimensions. This numerical limitation was confirmed a few years later. Last week, despite more, bigger furniture being added, the Care Commission told the new management that the number of babies in the room can increase by 33%. The new management didn’t state why and the old manager says nothing has changed. (On Monday, I think I’ll ask the Care Commission. As A Concerned Parent, of course. I just want to know what the hell has changed. Time and Space, perhaps?)
My second invoice from January was still wrong (remember I asked for it to be itemised? Well, I got the same A4 sheet back, with one additional line on it, but the logos of the new organisation were bigger. Nice). So I paid what I calculated the bill to be, even though that was more than I’d been billed (I have a sneaky suspicion that Karma is just waiting for me to trip up, you see). I was asked to itemise *my* payment. I wrote it on one line. They stopped asking.
Midi Minx has been clingy and tearful since she returned after the Christmas break. I’ve been reluctant to blame the sudden change in Midi’s behaviour on the nursery upheaval, but can’t think of another reason (she’s loved nursery since she was 7 months old, when I returned to work. She’s now nearly 3. Normally she can’t wait to get shot of me in the morning and usually runs shrieking with delight into the arms of her teachers. Long Christmas and summer breaks have never left her clingy and unsettled before). Three other parents I spoke to reported similar new tearfulness in their kids.
The centre is very bare of furniture, toys and books. The new management took over 6 weeks ago, so I guess this is as good as the kit will get. Mini owns more books than there are in Maxi’s room.
The drop-in creche is under the same new management. They now block off their door window with paper, so you can’t see in. Maybe they’re thinking, “Shields up!”? Mini Minx won’t be being cared for by an organisation that feels the need to hide.
Finally, if Midi doesn’t settle soon, I guess I’ll need to take her out of nursery and keep her home with me rather than give her the upheaval of a new nursery. Damn. She’ll probably start to try to eat people again.