Monday, November 13, 2006
One of the many jobs I currently have is nursery worker at a church. I'm there mainly for church on Sunday mornings and sometimes choir practice or whatever on a weeknight for a couple of hours. Today was a rare mid-afternoon appearance because the daycare that the church runs was having parent-teacher conferences and one of the teachers needed someone to watch her kids. So I volunteered because I had this afternoon free and can always use the money. I did not know that I was going to be the only nursery worker but it seemed like it was only going to be 2 kids so I figured I could handle it. About halfway through my time there, this couple shows up with a kid whose teacher they are going to talk to. They want to leave her with me. Fine, whatever, I can handle that. As her parents leave, this kid starts crying. She cries for TWENTY MINUTES. And not that, "I'm in pain/hungry/sick" cry but that annoying "wail-without-tears" cry. And then, when she tried to leave the room I intercepted and she kicked me. This was not my favorite kid. Then, another person shows up with her three kids and leaves them with me. Things are getting a little out of hand in the small nursery so we go outside. There are two small kids who are walking but still a little unsteady on their feet, one kid who was probably about 3, and then two boys who were 5-6 years old. These boys were trouble. I kept asking them not to run around the little kids and to run in the grass, not on the convered concrete porch. They were only half-listening to what I said. Then the mother and father of the crying/kicking girl come outside and just watch all the kids as I try to corral them and make sure no one gets hurt. The two boys start roughousing on the concrete and I tell them to stop and go into the grass. I turn around and the next thing I know, they're at it again. Across the yard, I yelled out "What did I say about running on the concrete?" The mom of the crying/kicking child looks at me and says, "We don't yell here." Well. YOU might not yell here but guess what, I DO. And this no raising our voice, non-hostile existence doesn't seem to be working by the looks of your VIOLENT CHILD. Fuck you, lady.