Oh joy. Today I got into trouble again-- well, technically two of my kids got into trouble, but it always feels like I'm the one getting punished... First thing this morning, the daycare director called me to say that Little A had, yet again, bitten a child in her class. Apparently that was her third offense this week! It would have been nice to have been informed about the other two incidents, so that I could have talked to her about it earlier. I told her that I would punish Little A when I got home tonight, but I couldn't come get her early. Then back to work I went. A couple of hours later, I got another call from the Daycare.... This time the assistant director informed me that D was acting out in class and refusing to listen to the teachers-- in fact he was laughing in their faces as they scolded him! I have to admit that that did not surprise me one bit. But the worst part was that I was told that I needed to make arrangements to pick them both up early!! Impossible, I told them. I work one hour away, and I was the only veterinarian in the hospital. I could not leave. They insisted that I find someone to pick them up, so I said that I would call them back soon. I never did. There just was no one for me to call... that's the way it goes.
When I picked the kids up in the evening, the director would barely even look at me. I tried to explain why I couldn't come to get them earlier, but she didn't seem interested in my explanation. Oh well. Both D and Little A got spankings and went to bed with out any dinner. I felt bad sending them to bed hungry, but this type of behavior has GOT to stop.... Not only should they respect other people, but I cannot afford to have them kicked out of daycare...
The funny thing was that Big A and I had a wonderful evening together. I had forgotten just how easy taking care of one child is. Making dinner was a breeze--- we sat quietly at the table and had a real discussion... I'm really not sure what it was about... I'm sure it involved Big A's plans to create something... That's usually what she likes to talk about. She has big plans, that girl. She usually carries them out too... After dinner, she played quietly in the living room while I cleaned the kitchen. Then went to bed without a fuss. A very peaceful evening--- for Big A and I anyway. I couldn't even hear the rumbling of my two younger children's bellies as they lay in their beds.....
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