Thursday, September 26, 2013

It Happened at Daycare...

One of the writing prompts today over at Mama Kat's is "It happened at daycare".  Oh the stories I have...

I'm grateful to the twins' daycare because they started the potty training process and worked really hard with the twins to get them to where they needed to be.  However....I wasn't always grateful.  I'm cheating a bit and posting something that I wrote back in 2010. (Don't judge, life is crazy these days!)  It doesn't completely fit with the title, since the point of my story is what happened to me BECAUSE of daycare, but you get the idea.

The post was titled: "Thank you Daycare". I've copied it here for your reading pleasure. 

Last week, the twins moved up a classroom at daycare, to the 2-3 year old room.  This is also known as the potty training room.

However, no one told me this.

On day one, they were put on the toilet about 4 times to start intense potty training.  They also sent home their pack of their diapers with a note stating we need to start sending pull-ups instead.

This is all well and good for daycare; for me - not so much.

I am now left with two kids who do not feel they need to wear diapers anymore.  I spent part of Sunday chasing naked kids around because they kept throwing their diapers down the stairs.

And they want to go potty all the time.

By potty, I mean take off their pants and diapers and sit on the toilet for a minute (or ten).

They don't do anything but smile and laugh.

After awhile, Colin freaks out until you put his diaper on him again.

And then he pees.

And then he needs a NEW diaper.

Plus Connor has to be in on the bathroom action. So there are 3 kids and me crammed in the bathroom.  
It gets hot in there.

And loud, because they have realized that with the door shut, their screams echo.

Awesomeness.


Mama’s Losin’ It

Monday, September 9, 2013

To Be Grateful


Imagine driving past a park one chilly November morning as you are headed to drop your kids off at school.  The sun is just bursting out of the clouds, and the cold frost twinkles on the grass.

You pass a park and see a minivan. It's side door is open, and overflowing with open boxes and bags of clothes.  Two small children play on the swings in school uniforms, as a woman picks up the picnic table and walks to the garbage can with the remains of breakfast. A man walks out of the park bathroom with a pile of clothes in his arms.

You think to yourself how odd it is to see a family at a park at this time of morning.... especially on such a cold morning.

Then it hits you. The boxes and bags in the van are the family's entire belongings.  The children are spending time playing in the only backyard they know. The woman served her family breakfast on a cold metal picnic table. The man had washed up and changed for work in a park bathroom.

Over and over, this scene replays each morning, until the first snowfall. Then the park district police stop coming to unlock the bathrooms for the winter.

Fast forward to today.

As I drove the kids to school, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a minivan in the park's lot.  I didn't really pay attention until Keira mentioned the child on the slide had on the same kind of dress as her.  Flashback to last November.

Was it the same family? How could it be? Or was it another family, down on their luck, who just happens to attend the same school as my children?

As I drove to work in my new jacket, sipping my just-bought iced coffee, I was hit with a wave of heartbreak and guilt.  How truly grateful am I? For the house that keeps my kids safe and warm?  For the nice clothes I have for work? Granted, I only spent $15 on this jacket at Walmart of all places, but we had stopped there after dinner and a movie... luxuries that I am sure some families do not know.  What a person might give to have a hot cup of coffee early this morning with a bit of wind in the air, the person who may have slept in his car last night. And here I sit at the drive-up window, a myraid of choices to drink and some cash in my hand.

My life is full of blessings. Absolutely overflowing with them.

Yet last week, I was sulking over something petty.  I even question my writing skills and if there was a point to keep this up.  I took sometime to myself, and thought I was over it. But the feelings still lingered deep inside.  Until this morning. When I realized there are so many bigger things in life to worry over. And many of the big things - I don't have to worry about. I have a house, two cars, a job that includes great insurance, three little monsters, and a great husband. We are for the most part healthy, the kids are well-fed, and we all stay warm at night. 

What about you? What are you grateful for?




Wednesday, September 4, 2013

I knew they were trouble...


Now I'm not saying I was a goody-goody-two-shoes when I was growing up, but I can say that during the first 13 years of schooling I had (K-12), I got in trouble ONE time. I was in fifth grade and rolled my eyes at the teacher. I had to write my name on the board. My mom was upset, and made me write an apology letter to the teacher. (Which didn't prove at all awkward when I ran into her years later, as she teaches at the college I now work at!)

Connor, I remember, had to move his magnet from green TWO times the entire first year of school.

The twins, on the other hand, appear to be on the fast track to detention. (If kindergarteners had detention, which they don't. They do have a colored-clip system where they start on green, and can move to yellow, orange, and red.)

Nine days of school, and Keira has moved her clip THREE days so far.  Yesterday, she even moved to orange, which warranted a 5 minute time out. Colin has only moved his clip twice, or so he says.  It's hard to get info out of the two co-conspirators. They have conveniently "forgotten" what happened.

Now with me getting in trouble once, and Connor rarely moving his magnet, I am mortified that my twins are getting in trouble at school. I mean, they get in trouble at home all.the.time, but I thought at school they would be better.  However, in retrospect, I'm not quite sure why I thought they'd be perfect angels at school...

Not gonna let this gate stop us

Beds? Who needs beds?

And this is why everything is bolted to the wall at our house
Just a typical afternoon play time

That's an open window they are yelling out of

I don't want to know