Day four of preschool. Mimi’s weeping now elicits my handing her to a teacher and running for the door. Last time we went and she started crying and screaming, a teacher came over and said “whenever you’re ready”, signaling for me to go. I’m a fast learner. This morning seemed like a bad one in terms of being one teacher short, leaving only two teachers for 19 kids. Yikes! Those are worse odds than I deal with every day. And those ladies are older, probably 60+. God bless ’em. I toyed with volunteering today or Monday to help out since the other, younger, energetic teacher is going to be out that day, too, but thought better. I’M ONLY ONE WOMAN FOR CHRISSAKES!
This leaves me, right now, with one hour before I leave to pick them up. I have deep hopes they will start begging to stay longer… first with lunch, then for extended play at the end of the day… two hours isn’t long enough. But it does almost equal what I used to get when they napped, so I’ll take it. I’ll take what I can get. Now I must:
- find a job
- find arts funding
- cut my nails
- do laundry
- buy more milk
- mop the kitchen floor
- put the dishes away in the dishwasher
- make hummus
- take a nap
- write one book
- write and illustrate another book
- figure out where I can start painting
I am seriously toying with the nap idea, but here I am, writing a dumb post on 20/20. No naps for the stupid and tired.