Home:
L. followed me all around the house while I tried to find her shoes Sunday morning. Deciding I had probably left them in the van, I popped into the garage closing the door to the house behind me. L., naturally, was distressed I would go anywhere without her and fussed at the door twisting on the doorknob. The door to the garage sticks, and I knew she didn't have the strength (or leverage at her height) to get the door open. What I didn't realize was that she did understand that sometimes we flip that little switchy thing in the middle of the doorknob in order to open the door. That came to my attention when I tried to get back in the house.
The little dickens locked me out!
S. was sitting in the living room very close to the door to the garage, watching tv. Apparently Sunday morning Disney channel contains magic powers that deafen 4 year olds. Fortunately Mr. W. eventually heard me banging on the door and yelling for S. to let me back in.
Daycare
At dropoff this morning, I discovered that L.'s class is having a Christmas party, complete with signups for special food treats. I feel very sad and disappointed that her teachers never talked to me ahead of time about the party, and all the party food options contain some variety of cheese or other dairy products. If they had just talked to me for a moment, I could have signed up to bring something that L. and the rest of her class can have (i.e. Moon Pies vs Little Debbie snack cakes or fresh fruit vs. cubed cheese or plain old potato chips vs. cheese puffs) before the other kids had already signed up for all the food options.
I hate that L. will not be allowed to have any of the food available at the party. I hate that these teachers didn't bother to talk to us about options first. I really, really, really, really hate that they will be having cheese puff that will be leaving cheese dust all over everything that day. Every other class, the teachers have discussed the food situation prior to any special party.
Maybe L. and I will be sick on the 20th. We'll stay home and have our own party.
At any rate, I plan to talk to her teachers, just not today when I am feeling so wounded and angry.
Work
I am locked out of the PIM board at work! wah, wah, wah, wah!!! I hope it's just a temporary glitch, but the nanny program has been permanently blocking more and more sites. I may wither away to nothing if I can't get my daily PIM fix...
M.W.
3 comments:
I am just seething for you on the class party thing. Been there, done that, just not to such an extent. It does suck when your child can't participate.
I cannot believe the teachers did not discuss this with you at all. How terrible! I would call and tell them that you would be bringing something specific.
I have been locked out of the car while it was running with N inside. Fortunately, he could get himself out of his carseat and open the door for me, but it had me scrambling for a moment!
Your PIMs will find *you*.
I would be having a discussion with the teachers when I was wounded and angry... but that's just me.
All I want for christmas is a little tact. Just a little...
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