So, many of you know that I started a job as an after-school teacher. Im working with the littlest ones: K3's. Some of you go "awe!" others who know me more go "eeech..." They are a handful, thats for sure... Plus we have the biggest class and managing the tiny ones in large groups is one of the hardest things ever. Its like herding cats that have no idea whats going on. I had to learn names real quick just to remind them to walk down the hall.
I also started another day job this week. It takes me an hour to ride public transportation to work and Ive gotta be at work at 9 so that means Im up at 7am. Long days and for the first time ever its because of two jobs.
So anyway,
I get to work #2 today (the K3 gig) and its beautiful out so Im in a pretty good mood. (The weather pretty much dictates my mood, sunny and warm = happy, rain and cold = sad) The kids are a little crazy but because Im in a good mood I just fly around and make sure they've got everything they need during snack time. Then two little girls tell me they need to use the bathroom. Pretty standard, so I walk them to the bathroom and stand in the entrance.
Then, one little girl runs out of the bathroom with her pants down saying "theres no toilet paper!" (Except its a little more incoherent cause its a three year old...) Im not sure weather to tell her to stay put and Ill get her some or to have her go to the next stall but she answers that by running into the next stall. I tell her to quick go in and use that TP. I go to her previous stall and flush for her cause she's moved to the next stall to finish and thats when I hear a screech, "waaaaahhhh!" and a bunch of whining crying noises. I go back to her stall (which she left slightly ajar) and ask "whats the matter honey??" and she says "you flushed my peeeeeeeeee!" and then starts having a full blown tantrum. Because I dont handle little ones well and in my brain I'm saying: for real?!?! I flushed the toilet for you and you're pissed off about it? But I say "ok honey, finish wiping and pull up your pants" But she's pissed that I flushed her pee so she stands there crying and wailing like I just killed someone, while holding a wad of toilet paper. I close the door for her and just let her have a minute.
Meanwhile, other little girls are going in and out of the bathroom while she's freaking out.
She starts stomping on the ground with her pants around her ankles, yelling what I think is "my pee!" and "flushed!" and other things I couldn't understand coming out of her little mouth. Finally, I see that she's pulled up her pants and she's stopped wailing (but still crying) and try to get her to wash her hands. She stops for a minute and trys to explain to me that she's sad because i flushed her pee so I tell her "You can flush this toilet if you want to, go ahead, its ok" because maybe she just enjoys flushing? Idk... But that doesn't satisfy her so I guide her to wash her hands and eventually she's totally fine again.
Later, we took the kids to play outside (on fake grass, mind you and they're not allowed to play in the "garden" which is just bushes and mulch. Their hair is so static-y because they're playing on PLASTIC grass... but thats another story...). I was standing around with about three kiddos hanging off of me and this one little one runs at me and proceeds to fall flat on his face in the grass. Little ones bounce though so I wasn't worried. I just ask "You ok?" He rolls over, brushes his static-y hair out of his face and says "yah" I say "you sure ate it honey!" and he goes "what did I eat?" And I say, "The grass!" Not understanding this reference at all, he just goes "uh, yeah" and gets up and runs away.
Kids say some of the funniest things and its even more entertaining because Im used to older kids (adults?) so when I talk to them like adults, it just goes right over their heads. Really makes my day. There are some positives to working with these slimy little buggers: good stories.
I also started another day job this week. It takes me an hour to ride public transportation to work and Ive gotta be at work at 9 so that means Im up at 7am. Long days and for the first time ever its because of two jobs.
So anyway,
I get to work #2 today (the K3 gig) and its beautiful out so Im in a pretty good mood. (The weather pretty much dictates my mood, sunny and warm = happy, rain and cold = sad) The kids are a little crazy but because Im in a good mood I just fly around and make sure they've got everything they need during snack time. Then two little girls tell me they need to use the bathroom. Pretty standard, so I walk them to the bathroom and stand in the entrance.
Then, one little girl runs out of the bathroom with her pants down saying "theres no toilet paper!" (Except its a little more incoherent cause its a three year old...) Im not sure weather to tell her to stay put and Ill get her some or to have her go to the next stall but she answers that by running into the next stall. I tell her to quick go in and use that TP. I go to her previous stall and flush for her cause she's moved to the next stall to finish and thats when I hear a screech, "waaaaahhhh!" and a bunch of whining crying noises. I go back to her stall (which she left slightly ajar) and ask "whats the matter honey??" and she says "you flushed my peeeeeeeeee!" and then starts having a full blown tantrum. Because I dont handle little ones well and in my brain I'm saying: for real?!?! I flushed the toilet for you and you're pissed off about it? But I say "ok honey, finish wiping and pull up your pants" But she's pissed that I flushed her pee so she stands there crying and wailing like I just killed someone, while holding a wad of toilet paper. I close the door for her and just let her have a minute.
Meanwhile, other little girls are going in and out of the bathroom while she's freaking out.
She starts stomping on the ground with her pants around her ankles, yelling what I think is "my pee!" and "flushed!" and other things I couldn't understand coming out of her little mouth. Finally, I see that she's pulled up her pants and she's stopped wailing (but still crying) and try to get her to wash her hands. She stops for a minute and trys to explain to me that she's sad because i flushed her pee so I tell her "You can flush this toilet if you want to, go ahead, its ok" because maybe she just enjoys flushing? Idk... But that doesn't satisfy her so I guide her to wash her hands and eventually she's totally fine again.
Later, we took the kids to play outside (on fake grass, mind you and they're not allowed to play in the "garden" which is just bushes and mulch. Their hair is so static-y because they're playing on PLASTIC grass... but thats another story...). I was standing around with about three kiddos hanging off of me and this one little one runs at me and proceeds to fall flat on his face in the grass. Little ones bounce though so I wasn't worried. I just ask "You ok?" He rolls over, brushes his static-y hair out of his face and says "yah" I say "you sure ate it honey!" and he goes "what did I eat?" And I say, "The grass!" Not understanding this reference at all, he just goes "uh, yeah" and gets up and runs away.
Kids say some of the funniest things and its even more entertaining because Im used to older kids (adults?) so when I talk to them like adults, it just goes right over their heads. Really makes my day. There are some positives to working with these slimy little buggers: good stories.
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