Seven days into the new year and we are finally sorted out from the holidays. In a mental way, not in a physical way. I still have to dig out from the toy bomb that happened in our basement (ignited by a couple of two year olds) but that appears to also be an ongoing theme. The kids are sleeping well, eating well, back to school and peeing on the tiny pink potty chair with amazing regularity. (The second kid is a piece of cake in comparison to the first…if only in this particular instance.)
But then there’s the 40 pound wrench that gets thrown into the equation. I think I have her almost figured out. Maya is an attention whore. We all have friends like this. Except me. And, since I don’t, the universe has seen fit to bless me with a dog that feeds off attention. Craves it. Demands it. From. Me.
I have to close us all into the girls’ room to get dressed in the morning or before bed. I have to put Amelia on the table to put her shoes on for her. Even taking a crap involves closing the door. In all these cases (not to mention nursing, reading to or cooking for the littles) Maya makes a full hearted attempt to get between me and the kids. Lays down; refuses to move.
Also annoying: knocks over food dish and then piles the kibble with her nose and eats it off the rug. Goes ape shit crazy when I let her out of the crate. So much so that Amelia has been knocked down several times in the last few days. I either have to get her into training STAT or…I don’t know. I hope training is the answer. I know she’s only been here for a week and I know that she’s been through alot in the last year. I’m not asking for much. But if I had wanted to get a lap dog, I would have gotten a Yorkie.
I started a new bible study tonight titled “Walk the walk that you talk.” We only got about 45 minutes of actual study in but I think I will like it. We are starting with Ephesians. Key words: blessed, lavished, chose, predestined. Not in that order.
I keep taking myself (and the littles) back to the church. I think it was probably my upbringing that makes it a safe place for me and I want my kids to feel safe. Ella and I are visiting a Lutheran elementary school in the morning. People seem suprised that I would drive my child(ren) more than 10 minutes to school when there is a perfectly good public school four blocks away. Maybe this is another one of my wild hairs. I’m not sure I can afford private school and I’m not sure why I want my kids to be different.
Honestly, I’d homeschool if I were just *that much* more motivated. Truth is, I’m happier when my kids and I have a break from each other. And I’d like to go back to working at some point (not working too hard, mind you…).
I’ve not been happy with Ella’s preschool. Actually the preschool itself is fine but I have very little faith in the competency of her teacher. It’s her first year teaching. I know everybody has a first year but why, oh why does it have to be with my kid??? I feel the same about nursing students. I’m all for education but not on my family, okay?
So here’s my short list of things that bug me about my kid’s preschool:
- There are DHS lists of approved snacks. Please follow them. Pudding, ice cream and fruit snacks are not acceptable.
- If my kid goes to school with a jacket, she comes home in one. Don’t stuff it in her backpack, citing time issues.
- Coloring book pages are not conducive to creativity. Blank paper is.
- Make sure that all art supplies are washable.
- There is NO room for Santa in a Christian preschool. Sorry to be a buzzkill.
- I don’t give a crap if my kid can read or write anything beyond her name when she leaves preschool. I do, however, expect her to be able to talk through a conflict with a peer.
- For the love of all that’s holy, check your grammar and spelling before you send out your weekly missive.
I’m just. Irritated. I could go on and on. I’ve met with the director. I’ve met with the pastor. I’ve spoken to her teacher, briefly, but it’s trying to reason with a puppy. Lots of head nods and excitement but not much comprehension going on. Maybe this is a good thing. I’ve been complacent in my kid’s religious education and, well, education in general. School is for learning. Home is for kicking back and being part of a family. So, it’s off to private school we go.
Ella is very bright, very creative and articulate. She is also emotional, impulsive and manipulative. Or maybe that’s just to me. She will do better in a smaller class setting and with teachers/administration who get to know the individual kids and families. I think. I don’t know.
This could all be just another wild hair.