Tales from the RCC Staff Daycare Center (that would be my house)

mood: good
listening to: So I Married an Axe Murderer dialog on our free VCR hooked up to our free TV (thanks amy!)
last read: kimi's blog where i noticed it has been three days since i blogged. oops

i have been watching kimi's kids most of the summer, and then im helping out a friend for the week before her official, bonafide daycare lady starts back up. so, i instantaneously became tiffany. i dont know how you do it girl! the biggest event is loading up the car to take noah to school. theres me, the double stroller filled and then 3 school agers walking with me. it's a sight!

the first morning i grossly underestimated the amount of time it would take me to unload 4 kids(two non-walkers) and i heard the warning bell ring while i was still a good 100 yards from his classroom. now, if you know me, you know I HATE to be late... and i mean, even a couple minutes. in college, i would rather not go than be late 5 minutes. so, i hear the warning bell and the exasperation sets in. im hollering at noah to hurry up. he's dawdling as any almost-5 year old would, and i run into him with the stroller. of course he collapses on the sidewalk in hysterics. i then continue to exasperate him by not giving any sympathy. instead, i sternly encourage him to get up, buck up, and get moving. we are hurrying (as fast as a 4 year old, 6 year old and a 28 year old pushing a graco duoglide can!). noah still crying the whole way down the path. we are almost to the lineup spot. i can see that his class hasnt gone in yet. THERE IS HOPE!. and then he stops to get a drink out of the fountain. OH NO HE DIDN'T! i forbid his drink. he tearfully yells, "I"M THIRSTY." my grown up reply "too bad." more hysterics. more exasperation as i tell him to stop and go to school. i rush through the gate, bark at him to hang up the backpack, and he is gets in line just in the knick of time.

i felt a slight glimmer of victory over time... until i realize what a HORRIBLE mothering moment that was. i mean really, a tardy slip wouldnt have been nearly bad as all those histrionics. for real!i'm pretty sure they threw away my PTA application. (j/k... me? pta? yeah right.) i then proceed to feel horribly guilty for the next three hours until i get to load up the preschool and pick him up. i gathered him in my arms. told him i was so sorry and that mommy was wrong, and the cutest little boy and world said, "it's okay mommy. i forgive you."