how did i let 5 months go by without jotting down at least a word or two of my most recent daycare travails?! well, perhaps "travails" is a bit intense for describing daycare activities, after all mommy didn't sign me up for slave camp. but i can't deny how traumatizing the whole initiation process into daycare had been. i still experience panic attacks every now and then when we pull up in front of school. sure, mommy just rolls her eyeballs and daddy says i blow things out of proportion (whatever that means!). everybody seems to dismiss my feelings around here.
back to the main subject, to bring you up-to-date, i have adjusted to school life and am doing much better. i really had no choice but to adjust and submit myself to the rules and regulations of that place run by old ladies. it's not like i was asked whether i want to stay in the comfort of home or be dropped off, like a sack of potatoes, at a school full of drooling strangers my size. once again, i get it, neither my vote nor my feelings count in this household!
at school: they feed us multiple times a day mostly with un-nutritious baked snacks purchased in discounted bulk; they herd us out to the playground twice a day for fresh air and a chance for us to run amok to burn off excess energy from being couped up in that 10 by 10 home room; they rush us off to bed right after lunch for a nap whether we are tired or not. i resisted sleep plenty of times, but i never win those battles and always end up in my cot before i could say "no" 10 times. we're a loving bunch at school, we hug a lot. we also share a lot, the toys we pass around never leave our hands without a good smear of slobber or goo from our runny noses.
i've had a good few months to tally up these observations. i will have more for you the next time you tune in. i still haven't figured out how to out-smart those little old ladies so i don't have to nap at lunch.
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