Yesterday I woke up, and I thought it would be an okay day. It turned out that it was not, and I’m still kind of sad about that. My frustration with all sorts of things just built and built until KA-BOOM! I blew my stack all over dinner prep and left a smoking crater behind.
I am still trying to fill the vacant spot left by Louis’ departure for big kid school. My current clients are well-aware that I have an unfilled vacancy, so one in particular is really pushing the boundaries because she knows I can’t replace her any time soon.
Both Harry and Ron came home from school today asking if I’d send snacks for their classroom Halloween parties. The parties are on Friday. The snacks have to be healthy. That’s snacks for 47 kids. By Friday. Teachers, I am usually the one defending your profession but you are making it hard. Give me a week’s notice, at least. With two days, you’re getting a giant bag of baby carrots.
THEY’RE ORANGE. AND MY HEART IS BLACK WITH RAGE SO THERE YOU GO. IT FITS THE THEME.
My cat has gone on a pre-winter murderous rampage, as he does every fall, but this year there is a fun new twist. He only eats the heads. Not even the whole head – he somehow peels off the nose, upper jaw, and whiskers, and leaves that delightful little morsel next to the headless corpse. Last week it was a squirrel that he brought in the house and started eating on my carpet. Yesterday it was a rat that the kids found under the swingset. I have a reasonably strong stomach, but it’s goddamn disgusting, and then the stupid cat sleeps on my bed at night, rubbing his face against my face and it’s like NOOOOO I KNOW WHERE THAT FACE HAS BEEN, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE.
The last two hours of my workday are the worst, every day. A group of three is inherently unstable, and I have three school-aged boys come home. They used to be able to entertain themselves really well, but those days are behind us, it would seem. They are forever creating rules for everything, and then fighting about the rules. So much fighting and bickering, my god, it’s enough to make Pope Francis snap and he’s the chillest guy on the planet.
George was a shrieking defiant banshee all evening. Harry is constantly telling me he has no clean socks or pants, and I know it’s because he never cleans his room and so does he, but his solution of “let me do my own laundry” only works if he, you know, DOES his own laundry occasionally.
My dog woke me up at 4:30 this morning by vomiting copiously all over his dog bed. And the carpet. And the kitchen floor. I discovered the kitchen floor puddle when I stepped squarely in it on my way to the light switch. He’s probably got an upset stomach from eating headless rodents.
I haven’t got pumpkins for Halloween yet, we’re having family pictures taken on Sunday and all three kids need new neutral-colour sweaters for it because it’s much too cold for just shirts, I bought a can of pureed pumpkin for baking and it has disappeared somehow because I can’t find it anywhere, and my six-month-old sneakers are completely worn out and need replacing.
I offended a fellow dayhome provider yesterday because there was a discussion thread about pacifiers and you’d think that saying “I don’t see why parents let kids have them once they’ve hit school” would be a safe statement in a group of childcare professionals, but you’d be wrong, because her six year old still corks one in her mouth every day as soon as she gets home from school. I felt kind of bad that I made that mom feel judged, but on the other hand, I really do believe that a six year old with a pacifier is 50 shades of unnecessary. So then I felt bad for not feeling bad, if that makes any sense.
I’m hoping today gets better. I don’t like feeling all icky and cranky like this. It feels wrong, like when it’s laundry day and you wear those underwear from the back of the drawer that have the popped elastic so they keep sliding down your butt all day long. I’m out of sorts and constantly making tiny discreet adjustments that don’t actually fix the problem.
There! That was quite the grump, wasn’t it? Now I’m off to research activities for school-aged kids, because it’s raining today so they’ll all be indoors. Fingers crossed that things improve.