My day thus far
Aug. 23rd, 2004 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckFirst, Husband did not sleep last night. Well, actually, he went to bed at 7pm, got up at 4:30am, and in that time managed about 4 hours of sleep. I woke up when he did, and out of sympathy, hopped out of bed to keep him company as he got ready for work. He really seemed to appreciate me getting up on his schedule these last two weeks, and I am toying with the idea of trying to continue getting up that early. We'll see how it goes.
After I saw him out the door, I was going to go back to bed and get another 45 minutes sleep, but as I was doing a quick check of e-mail EK!!! appeared on AIM. So chatted with her a bit, *then* went back to bed for half an hour.
Small Boy and I got out in good time, though we were somewhat delayed because a bunch of important stuff - his car seat, my week's supply of Mt. Dew, my sunglasses, the various car adapters, etc. - were in the van and we were driving the Bomber.
Dropped him off at day care. The Bad, New Counselor was there, being as nice as always. I still have not been able to bring myself to say hello, or introduce myself, or do anything else vaguely civil, because I am sure that I will just say something incredibly rude and uncalled for.
The Small Boy came home one night earlier this summer with multiple raised red welts on his forehead. He reported that one of the much larger children had SLAMMED HIS HEAD INTO THE CHAIN LINK FENCE!!! I asked him if any teachers saw it. He said No. I asked him if he told any teachers. He said Yes. He told the man I shall refer to as The Bad, New Counselor. Mr. BNC apparently told the other child to *apologize* to The Small Boy. Which is all well and good if, say, the other child had, I dunno, pushed The Small Boy or something. But my son basically had the imprint of the fence on his head when he came home. I was *livid*. I actually called the day care and left a tightly controlled message for Diana that I wanted the whole story from Mr. BNC and it better be a good one.
The story she got made me want to hurt somebody, possibly with a fence. Apparently, The Small Boy had been making a pest of himself all afternoon. The Small Boy is a very small 6-year-old. This other kid is a hulking giant of an 8-year-old. So, The other kid gets tired of being pested and acts out his anger by slamming The Small Boy into the fence. The way the story was delivered by Diana was that basically The Small Boy got what was coming to him. She then said that she had spoken to this other child and explained to him that sometimes the younger children could be overwhelming, and that it was never OK to hit anyone, and that if he was having trouble with the younger kids he needed to ask a teacher to help. She also spoke to the boy's father. And, as it turned out, the kid was only going to be there for 2 weeks anyway, as he was just visiting his father from his mother's house in PA.
So, fine, appropriate action was taken. But the way she told the story, 1) I felt like she was rolling her eyes at The Small Boy's behavior (the only part of the story which he disputes - he says he was playing with his friend D, who was the one bugging the older kid. D is also a great brute of a 6-year-old. No wonder the older kid picked on The Small Boy, instead.), as if he brought the attack on himself; and 2) she didn't really say what instructions she gave to Mr. BNC.
It was two weeks before I could say a civilized word to Diana again. I was so angry when I walked into that lobby I couldn't even look any of them in the eye for fear of what I might say.
And what it boils down to is that I absolutely cannot speak to Mr. BNC at all, at least not yet. Because I just don't know what will come out of my mouth. /protective mother
After the stop at day care, popped Nickelback into the tape deck. This is the first time I have really, really listened to them. Awesome! On the one hand, Nickelback is a little heavy for me these days. Harkens back to when Mel had me toughened up for a good, hard, distored, heavy guitar band. These days, much blusier and folksier. But their lyrics are excellent. And the singer's delivery, or voice, or something, is so damn sexy it's almost dangerous to put the freakin' tape in the deck while driving. And that's all I have to say about Nickelback. :)
Weird traffic this morning. We actually STOPPED on the toll road this morning. Then everything was OK again, and by the time we got to 7, there was hardly a car on the road but me. *is confused*
And, in a final note, I actually thought, before leaving the house, that the Mt. Dew was in the car, and therefore would be warm, and I remembered to *bring ice!* *is smug*
And now, work time.
[Whoa. I think I rambled and ranted. Just opened this window to talk about the traffic and Nickelback!]
After I saw him out the door, I was going to go back to bed and get another 45 minutes sleep, but as I was doing a quick check of e-mail EK!!! appeared on AIM. So chatted with her a bit, *then* went back to bed for half an hour.
Small Boy and I got out in good time, though we were somewhat delayed because a bunch of important stuff - his car seat, my week's supply of Mt. Dew, my sunglasses, the various car adapters, etc. - were in the van and we were driving the Bomber.
Dropped him off at day care. The Bad, New Counselor was there, being as nice as always. I still have not been able to bring myself to say hello, or introduce myself, or do anything else vaguely civil, because I am sure that I will just say something incredibly rude and uncalled for.
The Small Boy came home one night earlier this summer with multiple raised red welts on his forehead. He reported that one of the much larger children had SLAMMED HIS HEAD INTO THE CHAIN LINK FENCE!!! I asked him if any teachers saw it. He said No. I asked him if he told any teachers. He said Yes. He told the man I shall refer to as The Bad, New Counselor. Mr. BNC apparently told the other child to *apologize* to The Small Boy. Which is all well and good if, say, the other child had, I dunno, pushed The Small Boy or something. But my son basically had the imprint of the fence on his head when he came home. I was *livid*. I actually called the day care and left a tightly controlled message for Diana that I wanted the whole story from Mr. BNC and it better be a good one.
The story she got made me want to hurt somebody, possibly with a fence. Apparently, The Small Boy had been making a pest of himself all afternoon. The Small Boy is a very small 6-year-old. This other kid is a hulking giant of an 8-year-old. So, The other kid gets tired of being pested and acts out his anger by slamming The Small Boy into the fence. The way the story was delivered by Diana was that basically The Small Boy got what was coming to him. She then said that she had spoken to this other child and explained to him that sometimes the younger children could be overwhelming, and that it was never OK to hit anyone, and that if he was having trouble with the younger kids he needed to ask a teacher to help. She also spoke to the boy's father. And, as it turned out, the kid was only going to be there for 2 weeks anyway, as he was just visiting his father from his mother's house in PA.
So, fine, appropriate action was taken. But the way she told the story, 1) I felt like she was rolling her eyes at The Small Boy's behavior (the only part of the story which he disputes - he says he was playing with his friend D, who was the one bugging the older kid. D is also a great brute of a 6-year-old. No wonder the older kid picked on The Small Boy, instead.), as if he brought the attack on himself; and 2) she didn't really say what instructions she gave to Mr. BNC.
It was two weeks before I could say a civilized word to Diana again. I was so angry when I walked into that lobby I couldn't even look any of them in the eye for fear of what I might say.
And what it boils down to is that I absolutely cannot speak to Mr. BNC at all, at least not yet. Because I just don't know what will come out of my mouth. /protective mother
After the stop at day care, popped Nickelback into the tape deck. This is the first time I have really, really listened to them. Awesome! On the one hand, Nickelback is a little heavy for me these days. Harkens back to when Mel had me toughened up for a good, hard, distored, heavy guitar band. These days, much blusier and folksier. But their lyrics are excellent. And the singer's delivery, or voice, or something, is so damn sexy it's almost dangerous to put the freakin' tape in the deck while driving. And that's all I have to say about Nickelback. :)
Weird traffic this morning. We actually STOPPED on the toll road this morning. Then everything was OK again, and by the time we got to 7, there was hardly a car on the road but me. *is confused*
And, in a final note, I actually thought, before leaving the house, that the Mt. Dew was in the car, and therefore would be warm, and I remembered to *bring ice!* *is smug*
And now, work time.
[Whoa. I think I rambled and ranted. Just opened this window to talk about the traffic and Nickelback!]
