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In which we are having trauma
mr. flea took Casper to school this morning, and it was a replay of Friday - she clung, didn't want him to leave, cried, etc. Friday she was ultimately coaxed to go to Miss Jenny, but today she was having none of that. He's quite upset, poor man, and has called me twice at work for support. I just gave him the phone number there so he can call to check on her. (He said, "They're probably out playing now, so nobody will answer the phone," to which I responded, "You could drive by and look for her coat...")
This is really the first time he's had to deal with what I routinely get in the mornings - the clinging, don't leave treatment. As he tells me every time, she'll be fine once I actually leave, and I'm sure the same is true at school, for the most part. But it doesn't make one feel any better to know that the child will be fine in 10 minutes. The parent will still be feeling like hell in 10 minutes. Damned kids living in the moment and experiencing everything so deeply.
It's no walk in the park here, either. I am so bored at this job I could scream. Having a student all fall has just emphasized how little there is for me to do - he takes a majority of the tasks I used to use to fill my day. (Interestingly, previous inhabitants of the job did less than I do, and apparently were not bored. I think I am far more efficient than most people, which does not surprise me. It's just, I can't imagine being less efficient. How does it take people so long to do simple boring things?) And now we have hit the winter break lull, when I literally can get everything done as needs doing in about 2-3 hours of the day. Folks, the internet is not big enough. I should start writing a novel or something.
So naturally, bored to death at dead-end job plus child unhappy at new day care means fantasizing about quitting work to care for kid. I actually don't think it would drive me particularly insane at this stage - she's fun now, and yes, tiring, but lots of fun. Except, I don't think we could actually live on 20K a year, which is mr. flea's stipend.
This is really the first time he's had to deal with what I routinely get in the mornings - the clinging, don't leave treatment. As he tells me every time, she'll be fine once I actually leave, and I'm sure the same is true at school, for the most part. But it doesn't make one feel any better to know that the child will be fine in 10 minutes. The parent will still be feeling like hell in 10 minutes. Damned kids living in the moment and experiencing everything so deeply.
It's no walk in the park here, either. I am so bored at this job I could scream. Having a student all fall has just emphasized how little there is for me to do - he takes a majority of the tasks I used to use to fill my day. (Interestingly, previous inhabitants of the job did less than I do, and apparently were not bored. I think I am far more efficient than most people, which does not surprise me. It's just, I can't imagine being less efficient. How does it take people so long to do simple boring things?) And now we have hit the winter break lull, when I literally can get everything done as needs doing in about 2-3 hours of the day. Folks, the internet is not big enough. I should start writing a novel or something.
So naturally, bored to death at dead-end job plus child unhappy at new day care means fantasizing about quitting work to care for kid. I actually don't think it would drive me particularly insane at this stage - she's fun now, and yes, tiring, but lots of fun. Except, I don't think we could actually live on 20K a year, which is mr. flea's stipend.