holiday hoopla
Friday, Dec. 17, 2004 - 10:46 pm

random thought: children will be the death of me


TGIF. here's a scenario for you:

i take off work so i can go see my kid perform in his school's holiday show which starts at 3:15. after said show, i go into his room and talk to him. but then i tell him i have to go back to work, so i have to leave him again. but when i tell him that, he crys. so instead of leaving, i stay there... for 20 minutes... and allow him to ball his eyes out for that long... all the while telling him i have to leave him, but not actually leaving. finally the teacher approaches me and says "he'll probably stop crying a minute after you leave. children either want to be with you ALONE or with us ALONE, not both - when you tell him you're leaving and then stay, he gets confused and cries. the best thing to do would be tell him you're leaving and then go. he'll stop crying before you leave the parking lot, i promise" (ok, well, not that last part, but damn i wanted to). so i finally leave and then wait until 5 minutes before the school closes at 6 to pick him up again.

yeah, i had a good day. i had two freakin kids from 3:30 until 6. yes BOTH of them saw their parents at 3:30 after the show and both parents left and didnt come back for their kid until 6. if ever there were an occassion to say motherf---er i would... but i dont say that word. even in writing. i was so ready to slap a "take me home" sign on the two of them and leave. they couldn't get into too much trouble by themselves. there's nothing to choke on. the furniture couldn't fall over on them unless they somehow tripled their strength. really... what could they do? i want to run that experiment. set up hidden cameras so they think they're alone. they'd probably just cry. haha. either that or throw toys around and make a mess. the worst that would happen is they'd fall and hit their heads or something. and even then, they'd just cry. ha. ok, i'm sounding really mean now, i'll stop. but hey, i dont like kids. and i find my job highly unneccesary. if you are going to shoot a kid out through your crotch the least you can do is stay home with him until he's ready to get into preschool... and that's preschool, not day-care... preschool stops at 3, not 6.

bah humbug on kids.