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Feb. 16th, 2005 10:48 pmOne of our little boys had an accident today, and part of it wound up on my face. The funny thing? Nowhere NEAR the worst part of my day.
I hate snow. I used to love it. It was so pretty, and magical, and LAHDIFREAKINGDAH, the stuff KEEPS CHILDREN INDOORS. Where they let off loose energy by fighting, yelling, running, attacking, and knocking over CD players.
On the plus side...we have a brother and sister team, two and three, who just seem to sense when I'm having an awful day...Jason offered to kiss me for the first time, ever, and Sierra was very sweet and clingy and fun in front of one of my toughest parents...his kid hates me, on the basis of he's nine years old and I once hugged him when he was worried about something, but his parents always watch me and I can almost hear them wondering if I'm really as horrible as their boy says or if it's just him being nine, and Sierra today, wanting to be held, made his dad blink and his whole face just...change into something that seems to accept me a little more, understand why my director hired me. And one of my dearest elementary-age girls spent an hour cleaning up a mess she had nothing to do with, bless her sweet heart.
Compensations make the world go round and Lu not quit her job.
I hate snow. I used to love it. It was so pretty, and magical, and LAHDIFREAKINGDAH, the stuff KEEPS CHILDREN INDOORS. Where they let off loose energy by fighting, yelling, running, attacking, and knocking over CD players.
On the plus side...we have a brother and sister team, two and three, who just seem to sense when I'm having an awful day...Jason offered to kiss me for the first time, ever, and Sierra was very sweet and clingy and fun in front of one of my toughest parents...his kid hates me, on the basis of he's nine years old and I once hugged him when he was worried about something, but his parents always watch me and I can almost hear them wondering if I'm really as horrible as their boy says or if it's just him being nine, and Sierra today, wanting to be held, made his dad blink and his whole face just...change into something that seems to accept me a little more, understand why my director hired me. And one of my dearest elementary-age girls spent an hour cleaning up a mess she had nothing to do with, bless her sweet heart.
Compensations make the world go round and Lu not quit her job.