"And how shall I keep from singing?"
Oct. 7th, 2004 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blackheiseiI love working at the Center... I really do. I must say though, sometimes the kids make it hard for me to remember that.
Take one of my girls for example: After getting mad about some really small thing, she chases another kid around the gym, ignoring me the entire time. once she pins the smaller girl an a corner, she reaches around me and starts twisting the other girl's arm painfully. then tries to tell me that it's against the rules to take little girls to time out. I was.....annoyed to say the least.
Then I got to stay after work an extra hour, to babysit a pair of three-year-olds while their mothers were in Focus On The Family. One of them, Pri-pri's little brother (darling child. so cute. ::snort:: ) has an interesting way of playing. it's called "Walk over to box of toys, grin at teacher, *dump* box upside-down, smile again, move onto another box". He managed to wreak the entire room, before I managed to stop him. then he would follow me and dump whatever box I had managed to clean up. I gave him a toy train and set him on the rug, telling him not to move. I can pretend that worked. anyhow, with the help of a couple of 4th graders, I managed to clean the room again, and prevent him from doing it again.
I have noticed a little quirk of mine. I sing. A lot. Usually when I'm extreamly frazzled, and don't want to shout at my kids. they're lives are screwwy enough without their teacher going postal on them. It does, however, earn me *really* weird looks. Having taken a child to time out, gotten another an ice pack after he took a basketball to the face, and had to clean up a large mess of popcorn and spilled milk; I stomp into the kitchen to rinse my sponge out, happily singing "Morning has Broken". The disbeleaving looks help to lighten my mood at least. ::grin:: yeah, I know, I'm twisted.
Take one of my girls for example: After getting mad about some really small thing, she chases another kid around the gym, ignoring me the entire time. once she pins the smaller girl an a corner, she reaches around me and starts twisting the other girl's arm painfully. then tries to tell me that it's against the rules to take little girls to time out. I was.....annoyed to say the least.
Then I got to stay after work an extra hour, to babysit a pair of three-year-olds while their mothers were in Focus On The Family. One of them, Pri-pri's little brother (darling child. so cute. ::snort:: ) has an interesting way of playing. it's called "Walk over to box of toys, grin at teacher, *dump* box upside-down, smile again, move onto another box". He managed to wreak the entire room, before I managed to stop him. then he would follow me and dump whatever box I had managed to clean up. I gave him a toy train and set him on the rug, telling him not to move. I can pretend that worked. anyhow, with the help of a couple of 4th graders, I managed to clean the room again, and prevent him from doing it again.
I have noticed a little quirk of mine. I sing. A lot. Usually when I'm extreamly frazzled, and don't want to shout at my kids. they're lives are screwwy enough without their teacher going postal on them. It does, however, earn me *really* weird looks. Having taken a child to time out, gotten another an ice pack after he took a basketball to the face, and had to clean up a large mess of popcorn and spilled milk; I stomp into the kitchen to rinse my sponge out, happily singing "Morning has Broken". The disbeleaving looks help to lighten my mood at least. ::grin:: yeah, I know, I'm twisted.
