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Miss BuggedMei, daycare lady! /backstory
Since its spring break on campus this week, many of my co workers have taken off for vacation since we will have a lighter child load. Most classrooms that had 6-8 are down to 4-5.
I've been in the infant room so far this week. So far, we've only had 3 kids come in. Two regulars and one new kid. Hes a bit of a handful..4 months old, first time separated from his mother for a long period of time. I'll call him D. The other two are M and J. M is big for putting EVERYTHING in her mouth and J has learned to "walk" while holding onto something so she is a drool monster all over everything.
After a long day of dealing with D's fussyness, M having a cold and being quite miserable, and chasing J around the room, the room is a complete disaster. Me and my coworker are desperately trying to clean up everything as it happens. M and D leave and J is down for a nap. Two buckets of toys need washing and sterilizing, things need to be thrown in the washing machine, shelves and carseats cleaned... ect ect.
We get about.. 99% through with cleaning when J's mother walks in with her 4yr old who is in our pre-k program. We tell J's mother how her day was, waking J up to get her ready to go home, when her other kid goes "Can I set the table?" I tell her all the toys are wet, I'm sorry... I go back to talking to J's mother when I hear toy buckets being emptied. I ask the kid nicely to please stop and to pick up the mess. She says ok.. and starts jumping on the baby mats (in shoes, getting them filthy). I ask her mother to please get her to stop as we JUST cleaned everything. She tells her weakly "Ok enough now we are leaving" and the kid ignores her. This goes on for 30 minutes. Finally the three of them leave and the room is trashed again. Everything has to be re-cleaned and re-sterilized. I clock out 20 minutes late having to re-do everything.
Hate. Parents.
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Bonus suck!
I wear a trench to work. The kids ADORE it. I have been dubbed "Miss Batman". Some of the parents think I'm a little strange but most of them think I'm wonderful for exposing their kids to "new and interesting things". Sure... >_>;
Outside of work, I wear my trench with nice platform~y shoes to make me a little bit taller. At work, I wear sneakers so my trench touches the floor. I wear it for all of 30 seconds to take the garbage out.
Today, someone I didn't recognize was sitting in our reception area. I walked past him to take the garbage out, then back past him to take my shoes off to go back into the infant room.
"Isn't that a little, I don't know, big and evil for a daycare center?"
Excuse me?
"The trench. Its too big on you and its way too morbid for you to be working here."
Well, BossLady likes it! AND so do the kids. He goes off talking to one of the other kids about being "proper". I didn't know him so I called the kid over and took him into the infant room with me since I wasn't leaving him with a "stranger". I knew the kids parents, and he certainly wasn't one of them! Once we were inside, the kid goes "Miss Batman Pretty." *huggles* He vanished before I found out who he was. Jerk. I am not morbid.
Since its spring break on campus this week, many of my co workers have taken off for vacation since we will have a lighter child load. Most classrooms that had 6-8 are down to 4-5.
I've been in the infant room so far this week. So far, we've only had 3 kids come in. Two regulars and one new kid. Hes a bit of a handful..4 months old, first time separated from his mother for a long period of time. I'll call him D. The other two are M and J. M is big for putting EVERYTHING in her mouth and J has learned to "walk" while holding onto something so she is a drool monster all over everything.
After a long day of dealing with D's fussyness, M having a cold and being quite miserable, and chasing J around the room, the room is a complete disaster. Me and my coworker are desperately trying to clean up everything as it happens. M and D leave and J is down for a nap. Two buckets of toys need washing and sterilizing, things need to be thrown in the washing machine, shelves and carseats cleaned... ect ect.
We get about.. 99% through with cleaning when J's mother walks in with her 4yr old who is in our pre-k program. We tell J's mother how her day was, waking J up to get her ready to go home, when her other kid goes "Can I set the table?" I tell her all the toys are wet, I'm sorry... I go back to talking to J's mother when I hear toy buckets being emptied. I ask the kid nicely to please stop and to pick up the mess. She says ok.. and starts jumping on the baby mats (in shoes, getting them filthy). I ask her mother to please get her to stop as we JUST cleaned everything. She tells her weakly "Ok enough now we are leaving" and the kid ignores her. This goes on for 30 minutes. Finally the three of them leave and the room is trashed again. Everything has to be re-cleaned and re-sterilized. I clock out 20 minutes late having to re-do everything.
Hate. Parents.
---
Bonus suck!
I wear a trench to work. The kids ADORE it. I have been dubbed "Miss Batman". Some of the parents think I'm a little strange but most of them think I'm wonderful for exposing their kids to "new and interesting things". Sure... >_>;
Outside of work, I wear my trench with nice platform~y shoes to make me a little bit taller. At work, I wear sneakers so my trench touches the floor. I wear it for all of 30 seconds to take the garbage out.
Today, someone I didn't recognize was sitting in our reception area. I walked past him to take the garbage out, then back past him to take my shoes off to go back into the infant room.
"Isn't that a little, I don't know, big and evil for a daycare center?"
Excuse me?
"The trench. Its too big on you and its way too morbid for you to be working here."
Well, BossLady likes it! AND so do the kids. He goes off talking to one of the other kids about being "proper". I didn't know him so I called the kid over and took him into the infant room with me since I wasn't leaving him with a "stranger". I knew the kids parents, and he certainly wasn't one of them! Once we were inside, the kid goes "Miss Batman Pretty." *huggles* He vanished before I found out who he was. Jerk. I am not morbid.
I'll pick them up next time I'm out buying more virgin chicken blood...
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