Rantings ramblings and general bitchyness
I'm having a bad day. I have decided to give anyone who cares to take the time to read this the details of this bad day, so get prepared. For those of you who do not know, I run a small daycare out of my home. Yep, somebody trusted me with the care of their children. I can't explain what they were thinking when they decided I should be the one that their children should be spending their time with. I knew what I was thinking though and it went something like this. I was tired. I was tired of working all day at my current job and then coming home to a dirty house with my kids and husband wanting to know what's for dinner. I felt like I was not accomplishing anything. The house was already a wreck, I wasn't making enough money. I was missing out on my kids sports meets. I was just tired of the old 9-5. I have had experience in childcare. I used to work at a daycare center when I was pregnant with my oldest child, I had volunteered at a head start program to help with children with autism, and I had raised three of my own children and they have turned out pretty good. I am not saying that I was a super mom, I was and am an average mom. I figured that they were all still alive so I guess i've done ok.
I know now that hindsight is 20/20. I wish there are some circumstance that I can blame on my behaviour here, but there is not. I made my decision with careful consideration. I listed my pros and cons and made what I thought was a well informed decision. Ha, was I wrong.
I went into this thinking that I had my plan in place. I would set a schedule, I would have lots of fun activities. I would be super daycare provider donning a pink cape with a big SDP on the front of my spandex unitard. I would have a well balanced meal in one hand and child smiling with delight in the other. I have since learned a few things, like kids are cute for a reason. It's a defense mechanism. Anything red will end up on your carpet and will stay there forever. Kids are picky eaters. It's hard to force a 3 year old to eat anything nutritious. Force feeding a child will result in said child biting you. Toddlers have sharp teeth and so and and etc.
This now brings me to the point of this hub. I did warn you guys with my title that there is some rambling in here. Sorry if you got this far and decided that there is no point to this. I would ask you to stay, read a bit more, I will have a point eventually, but in all honesty I don't know that I will have a point. And there I go getting farther from the point, but lets circle our wagons around for a minute and get back to my bad day.
Ha ha, you thought I was going to get to my day didn't you? Sorry once more. I really do have to let you in on some more information before I go any farther so hang in here with me for just a bit more.
I have two chihuahuas. those tiny little yapping dogs that look similar to rats. I adopted my first chihuahua about two years ago. I fell in love with my little girl I call Bella. She is my constant companion and a very loyal friend. She knows all my secrets and has never told a soul any of them. Now we need to journey into my crazy way of thinking. I had started to feel bad for Bella, she seemed so alone, her little world revolved around me. She was at my side constantly and she would tremble and whine whenever she was not around me. I decided that she needed a companion, a boyfriend. So I set about looking for a male chihuahua. I found him. He is younger than Bella by about a year and a few months. He is cute, but kind of timid. Bella is an in your face I'm the boss kind of girl. Churro,as my son named him (don't ask, I have no idea why he came up with this name) is a timid and shy little guy. I picked him because she liked him.
Now just at the point where you think I have lost my mind and will never get back to the story I have made a full circle.
The day started out like this. I woke up late. I have been waking up late more and more lately. To tell you the truth I just can't get to bed before 1AM. I am on sleeping medication and have been for over a year now. I blame the whole time change thing. It messes with me every year. Just about the time when my body adjust to fall back then here comes the spring forward thing.
So on with the story. I woke up late, but I didn't just wake up late and rush to get ready and get my pot of coffee, nope, I woke up to a child running around my house. The parents actually dumped them off and ran. Not that I blame them mind you. If I could drop my kids off with someone I would drop them and run to, but I can't. They are teenagers now and have drivers licenses and know their way home.
So that is the start to my morning. I got up and made my pot of coffee. I had to think fast and get my priorities lined out. If I didn't have my coffee things could turn ugly and this poor child would be witness to it all. So I drank my coffee and tried to turn on the news. Of course the child whined and cried for kids programming, so I switched the television. i would have to do without my morning news. I headed back to my bedroom, trying to get to my bathroom, and saw a trail of finely shredded tissue all over my bedroom floor. I followed the trail to the bathroom and to two chihuahuas with guilty looks on their faces and toilet paper hanging out of their mouths. I then yelled at the chihuahua and they looked at me with those puppy eyes and that sideways glance dogs do. Another thing learned. Chihuahuas have defense mechanisms too. The chihuahuas ran away playing like the whole incident never happened.
After I cleaned up the toilet paper mess I returned to the living room where I considered wrestling the remote away from the child that was in my care but then decided I didn't need my daily dose of news so bad that I was willing to have a child abuse charge filed against me. So I sat down at my computer. I was preparing to type in the web address to the site I wanted to visit when I noticed a foreign object on my computer screen. I looked at it once. I thought that can't be, can it? I looked again, yep, that's what it was, a nice slimy booger. That little booger pickin toddler had boogied up my computer screen. Of course she looked at me with those sad puppy eyes that toddlers learn how to use from watching the chihuahuas. I walked to the kitchen to get some cleaner.
While in the kitchen the booger pickin toddler asked for some cereal in a cup. This is the thing she asks for everyday as she eats her breakfast at home but always wants chocolate cereal in a cup to snack on. I got her a cup of cereal and decided to have my breakfast of a yogurt and a banana. This is my usual breakfast. I open the refrigerator door and am immediately pissed off. Last night I made a cookie bouquet for my nurse practitioner. My husband had forgotten to fill his prescription for his blood pressure medication on Friday and Saturday morning when he is supposed to take his medication finally remembered. Now you have to remember that I ive in the boondocks. I called the pharmacy to see if by chance they were open. No such luck. I called a friend of mine that worked at the clinic and she then told me to try the pharmacist at home and he might be willing to go to the pharmacy to let me get his prescription. Of course the pharmacist was not at home. I called back to my friend who told me to call our nurse practitioner who answered her phone and called my husbands prescription in to the closest pharmacy that was open on weekends. So I got to make a nice little drive to Kansas. Now back to the original point of this. I opened the frig door and there was my cookie bouquet being smashed by a gallon of milk. I had spent hours baking and decorating this bouquet for my NP. The icing on the cookies were ruined. Another lesson learned. Kids like eating cookies on a stick and it doesn't matter what the icing looks like.
After I ate my yogurt and calmed down a little bit. I finally got to read a few news headlines, and then I realized that today was payday for me. But wait, the guy who writes my paycheck had dumped his child at my door earlier that morning while I was sleeping. Ok, I can tolerate many things, dumping yours kids off while I'm sleeping, boogers on my computer screen, ruined cookies, but I was not going to tolerate this. Nope I was gonna get paid. I called the runaway parent and of course only got voice mail. I decided to leave a strongly worded message and it went something like this. Please, please bring me my money. I would have threatened to hold his children hostage but I don't think it would have done any good.
Now it was getting time to pick up two more children from school. They both attend school for half a day. I walked outside to start my vehicle and of course the chihuahuas followed, almost knocking me over on my way outside. I started my vehicle and let the chihuahuas play and use the potty while I waited for them to get their business done. I then went to the door and opened it for the chihuahuas to go back into the house. Bella went into the house just fine but Churro had other ideas. I chased that chihuahua around my house at least five times which in turn made me late for picking up the children who were in my care. I arrived at the school with wind blown hair, a wild look on my face, and what I later learned a booger on the butt of my pants.
I then went to the local grocery store to buy the things I would need to make more cookies for the bouquet. Before entering the store I explained the rules of grocery shopping to the kids. No touching, grabbing, asking for things, and running. I later learned that I should have explained the no spinning rule too. While shopping for groceries I was looking for a nutritious snack to feed the kids after their afternoon nap. During the time that it took me to look for the snack one of the children started spinning themselves in a circle. This then made child dizzy who then fell into a shelf of canned green beans. The shelf and the contents of the shelf then went tumbling to the floor. After I had cleaned up the mess and paid for my groceries I loaded the kids into the vehicle and headed for home.
I returned home and proceeded to make lunch for the kids. During my cooking session one of the children came running into the kitchen. The child said that Churro was choking and for me to please come and save him. I ran into the living room and didn't see the little chihuahua, but I heard a very loud retching sound coming from behind my couch. I looked behind my couch and sure enough there was the little dog making the awful noise. Churro was not choking, nope, he was throwing up all the toilet paper he had eaten this morning. There is nothing worse than the smell of bile, dog food and wet toilet paper right before lunch. I then cleaned up the mess, washed my hands and went back to preparing lunch. I made spaghetti and meatballs for the kids, it's a meal that I normally fix for them. I should have known better though, this was not a normal day. Close to the end of their lunch one child flipped their plate onto the table and had a big red saucy mess on the table. I cleaned this mess up and before I could make it back to the kitchen with the cleaning supplies another child had flipped their plate but this time it didn't land on the table. It landed spaghetti side down on the floor.
I cleaned this mess up also. I put the kids down for their nap and walked over to my computer and began to write. I guess I never really got to a point for this hub. It feels better to just get it out.
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