Friday, December 4, 2009
Daily Dose of Cute
Monday, June 29, 2009
IL Tax Increases
Over the course of the last week I received multiple letters from my local daycare referral program urging me to contact my state representative to ask him to vote "yes" to a budget increase for our state. This increase hinges on a substantial increase in the state income tax rate. From my understanding, only states with no sales tax have higher rates than IL. And in my area, the sales tax is more than 7.5% on purchases.
This is the letter I sent in response to the cries for me to call my representative.
As a daycare provider who cares for children that utilize the system in place by the state government, I understand the need and importance of human services. As a resident of the state of Illinois I am saddened and frustrated by the inability of our elected leaders to come up with a state budget that makes sense, maintains important programs, and helps make our state fiscally healthy.
However, as a taxpayer, I do not support a tax increase in order to provide many of the services that are in danger of being cut. I have watched many of the families in my care work the system in ways that are unspeakable. The state continues to give them monies in multiple arenas, providing near free daycare, food stamps, housing assistance, schooling, utility payments, and medical care. Many of these “poor” families are able to afford luxuries that I cannot even fathom; because the money that they make is not spent on the necessities that I must spend mine on. One family I cared for received $600 per month in food stamps, WIC coupons, and care packages from the Salvation Army, yet still complained about running out of food money at the end of the month. And I fed their children two meals a day five days a week! I spend less money than that, feed a full capacity daycare group, and my family. I don’t spend less than that because it is easy or fun, but because there simply isn’t enough money to spend more, and pay all the rest of my bills. This same family received a more than $9000 income tax return, courtesy of tax breaks and earned income credits, despite the fact that they paid in less than $1500 in taxes.
When my husband’s hours got cut, I went to the DHS office and was told because I had more than $2000 in the bank, I was not eligible for the services they provided. They didn’t care that my mortgage payment is $1700 a month and once I paid that I wouldn’t be able to afford groceries, the electric bill, or pay NICOR. I had to increase the number of children I cared for in order to make ends meet. The services are based on income levels before taxes. A tax hike would mean I still wouldn’t qualify for any of these services, yet would be left with less money in my check each week.
When my budget doesn’t work out at the end of the month, I have to work out my budget better, not demand more money for watching the children I care for, or insist that my husband get a raise. I have to work with what I am given, and sometimes that means making uncomfortable sacrifices. But I live within my means, and I think that the state, and the people using the services should be required to do the same.
Maybe a drastic cut in funding would encourage (or force!) the service providers to better structure the way they provide services. Institute time limits for receiving services; only allow tax contributors to receive the services; set up penalties for abusing the system. There has got to be a better solution than placing an additional tax burden on people who are not able to utilize the systems that are being paid for.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Free falling
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Super Mom
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Potty Training
I hadn’t really put a lot of thought in how I potty trained kids before. With Mason, we pretty much just took away his diapers and let him run around in the buff for a weekend. It seemed to work for him, and the diapers were history. I never bought a diaper bigger than a size 3 for him. For Charlotte, the first time I bought those size 4 diapers I got aggravated with myself for letting it go that long, and we embarked on a mission to potty train. I don’t have any vivid memories of those events, so either it wasn’t all that bad, or I have just repressed the horror. As a daycare provider I felt it was completely reasonable to expect that prior to their third birthday, most kids are potty trained, or at least well on their way. I had a hand (gross thoughts just popped in my head) in getting more than 7 kids to use the “Big Kid” potty.
As Levi passed his second birthday, and I was buying size 6 diapers, it was quite clear to me that this was not going to be anything like my past potty experiences. He would poop and give you a definite No if you asked if he “was stinky,” even though you could smell him before he entered the room. He would pee so much while he slept at night that I regularly had to change pajamas, sheets, and blankets several times a week. He didn’t wake up complaining of being wet, and repeatedly fought me when I tried to change his soiled pajamas, yelling that they were “just fine!”
An early attempt to train, I tried the same approach that we did with Mason. I took the diapers away, showed him the potty, and said we don’t use diapers anymore. I set him on the toilet and he flipped out like I had never seen before. That incident traumatized poor Levi enough that he would rather suffer the consequences of peeing on the floor than go back into that bathroom. For those of you unfamiliar with our house, we have a child sized porcelain toilet in our bathroom. There is nothing scary about it, that is of course, unless you are more than 10, in which case the fear of not being able to stand up once you have bent down that low is a very real one.
We borrowed a plastic potty chair from a friend and placed it in the living room. What man wouldn’t love to poop and watch their favorite show at the same time? The potty chair seemed to be a fun attraction. However, it mostly was for hiding army guys and storing food for later in hopes that Mommy wouldn’t throw it away. Despite desperate attempts to get him to at least try the cool seat, no potty-ing actually ever happened on it.
I am sad to say that after much seemingly wasted effort, and several loads of yucky laundry, I admitted defeat. I was not a fan of changing the diapers of a large 2 year old who had the same diet that I did. It was gross. But, I would rather clean it up in a diaper than on my kitchen floor, or in the corner of the playroom.
About two weeks ago, still far from turning three, Levi announced he was ready to be a big boy. He walked into the bathroom and asked for me to take his diaper off. He sat on the potty and viola! Pee! “It’s working” He screamed in excitement!
Now that isn’t the end of the story. He didn’t just wake up one day potty trained. I don’t think the poor kid pooped for about 4 days because he knew he wasn’t supposed to do it in his new Transformer underwear, but wasn’t so sure about the toilet just yet. We had a few, but only a few, “Oops I think I peed” accidents. I have again got to visit EVERY public restroom in EVERY store we have gone to. But we are rockin’ and rollin’ with the whole thing. I have made up a pretty spectacular celebration song and dance, which I have the joy of performing 20 or more times a day. I thought that after the first week I could retire that dance, but so far that hasn’t been the case. It’s a small price to pay for not having to change any more of those size 6’s though!
I have heard lots of cute stuff as he processes the whole “How does this work?” in his head. And his newfound interest in all things poop is ever so amusing. The over interest in everyone else’s “peanuts,” not so amusing.
I realized in all of this though, that I STILL don’t know how to potty train a child. When I share our success with friends, many of them enviously ask, “How did you do it?” Sometimes I offer advice, but mostly I just shyly grin and give credit where credit is due. “Levi is just a big boy.”