I have often seen it said on mumsnet that if you use Granny daycare that you get the quality of care that you pay for. This morning the truth of that became apparent to me.
On Friday mornings my mother looks after my baby. This morning I delivered baby to my Mum, settled her in and when I left baby was in the living room, seated at the piano, crashing out chords, with a delighted expression on her face at this lovely noisy toy. Granny looking on benignly. So I set off for work thinking How charming and wholesome, my darling exploring the piano, what a lovely morning the two of them will have together.
Id only walked a few yards when I realised Id forgotten something, so turned back and quietly let myself back into the house.
Were they still at the piano? No. Were they still in the livingroom even? No. The moment my back was turned they rushed downstairs to the television room. When I walked back in, it was to see a tableau of baby on the sofa, pointing zapper at the television, having just turned the tele on. Granny and baby froze on seeing me with an expression that said Dammit, weve been busted!
My illusions of appealing granny and baby bonding, through engaging play shattered, I crept away leaving them to their own devices.