So, everything is basically back to normal over here…at least as normal as it gets. Kids are all back to school. Blair is back to school. I am back to full time daycare operations.
Yesterday was a tough day in daycare land.
If you are a parent, and you are reading this, let me assure you, it was not your kid(s):)
It was just one of those days, where the kids were creative, and the babies were curious, and the toys multiplied exponentially under my feet. The diapers were full, the rooms were full, and a perfectly good lunch was rejected. Naptime was unanimousoly voted out, and the local gang actually ‘made me an offer’ of protection.
Me: Child, stop bugging that baby and find something different place to play, like house, or cars, or maybe read a book?
Child: I like playing with the baby. (The ‘baby’ in this case is a 1 yr old).
Me: Well, I don’t like it. Now scoot.
Child: I could stay here and help you with New Baby.
Me : Not a chance.
Child: If I play with Child 2, I’ll probably just take her toys. Sometimes I do that.
Me: Find your own toy.
Child: If I stay by you and Baby, I’ll probably be good.
Child: I’d better just stay here. And help you.
I’m thinking this child may have some dubious connections I have been unaware of. I’m just glad I don’t own horses…….(Godfather reference)
I also found myself fantasizing about a job…the perfect job…….the kind where no actual work is required, loads of money are made, and I get to look beautiful and shoulder-barf free all day.
Hey!…I could be Ryan Seacrest!:)