I have absolutely never worked in a center where so many of the children just look right at you and say NO and walk away. These kids have so little respect for authority. I can not decide if it is just these kids in particular, or a sign of the times as far as parenting goes. Honestly, it is probably a bit of both.
After 3 weeks, I am still unhappy with the amount of control that I have with my class. I feel like they are all safe, and no one is going to really hurt each other, but I have not yet found the trick to getting them to come inside, off of the bus, in any kind of order what-so-ever. I will keep trying new things until I find the right thing.
All of this is frustrating enough, without the added problem of the changing trend in our center to kids being there later in the day. Between 3 classes, there needs to be a combination of somewhere between 15 and 20 kids, depending on their ages, before I can leave. I can not tell you the last time that I left work on time. This was no so bad when I was getting overtime. Now that I am back to part-time, the extra half hour doesn’t feel as worth it. So, between my unruly kids and the repeated late days, I am just really super frustrated.
Hubs is also frustrated. He is trying to be an awesome husband (which he is, hands down) and fix dinner before I get home. The problem is that it is hard to have some things taste good after they have sat in a pot for an extra 20 minutes. So, after crying for the whole drive home, B came out into the garage and announced that he is going to set a concrete time for dinner, and if I stayed late at work, then I would be having cold dinner. Which, of course, made me cry even more.
He just hugged me and apologized. Then we went inside, had the 30 minute late dinner and watched Wipeout. Then, he just let me go upstairs and crawl into bed. He took care of the dogs and just let me have some down time. I don’t ask for that too often. I am thankful that I get it when I need it most.
Love for B!
OK, are you ready for my Crazy Moment of the Week?
OK, I know, the week isn’t even over yet. But, if THIS crazy moment gets topped tomorrow, I might just have to quit my job!
I have about 10 kids in my After School Kids class that their parents have requested that they spend some time working on their homework each day before they play. A perfectly reasonable request. So, I make sure that each of those children is working on their homework, and given enough time and if things are not too terribly chaotic, I try to check their homework as well.
So, yesterday, I had a child that was absolutely unwilling to work on his homework without me standing over him. And even then, there was a bit of a tantrum. When I told him that he needed to do his work on his own, he announced that he was going to kill me.
Yep. That is right. He is going to kill me. Well, I feel certain that he is not. 🙂