Sunday, April 17, 2005

No home training...

Ok. Please do the world a favor when you have children.

Teach them to clean up after themselves. And how to help people. And that "The Clean Up Song" isn't just a cute, catchy song.

Don't demonstrate how not to act by walking into a messy day care room that was immaculate when you dropped off your 15-month-old and your almost-3-year-old and saying, "Wow, this looks like our house!"

'Cause it's NOT your house. And yes, it's my job to watch your kids. But if they have no home training, then my job is more difficult. And yes, it's the maintenance staff's job to clean what I can't get to because you left your kids with me for two hours, after arriving late, and I don't get paid to stay late and clean up after your kids because the mess is so huge that I can't possibly do it all on my own by noon, and they make me leave.

I never thought I'd see the day when I threw out perfectly good play-dough. But I did. I'm digging it out of my nails and my shoes and the fabric of my shirt.

No home training. I swear.

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