Goats and Angry Mammas

You know what really gets my goat? Close minded people!
So we have this mother in the preschool I'm working at...we'll call her "Darla". This women never ceases to amaze me in the creative new ways she comes up with to piss me off. She is the mother of 4/5 kids, the oldest of which is in her 30s. "Chris" her son is 3 years old and a real handful. Today Darla pushed a button today that really got me boiling. She came in with Chris, late as usual, and demanded my time right in the midst of group time with the kiddies. She informed me, in a none to nice way that "Hank is not to change my sons diaper under any circumstance!" Now let me tell you about "Hank". Hank is in school to be an early childhood educator. He is amazing with the kids, professional with the staff and parents, and really down to earth. He will be an amazing teacher who I would feel very comfortable sending my offspring to. He is in our room a few hours a week and not often during Chris' pick up or drop off times. We have several male professional teachers (head teachers) who have the same responsibilities as the female professional staff (including diapering and toileting). As a student staff memeber Hank is often responsible for diapering and toileting. However, because he is in our room so few hours he has not yet had that responsibility with our kids. That being said, there is no reason, NO REASON, why we would not have him change diapers. I got pissed. Darla continued on that she really did not even want a male teacher in Chris' room and that she was upset we didn't inform her about his presence ahead of time (mind you Chris and Hank have both been in our room since September!) With Hank standing within earshot she went on about how any man who works in early childhood must be sick, that there must be something wrong with him. Did we check his background (which the school does for anyone working in the building). I got a little short with her and finally passed her off on the Fran (the head teacher in the room) who also got pissy and informed Darla that while Hank would not be changing diapers today she could not promise he never would...and that Hank was an amazing teacher who has earned our respect. Darla grunted and then left in a hurry...boy am I glad I won't be there for pick up time :)

If I could be...

If I could be just a little more grounded...maybe I wouldn't feel so stressed.
If I could wake up just a little bit earlier...maybe I would be thinner.
If I could worry just a little bit less...maybe I could get closer.
If I could focus just a little more...maybe I would be farther.
If I could just do it...maybe I would have done more.
If I could get out of my head...maybe I would see more.
If I cleaned a little bit more...maybe I would feel more comfortable.
If I planned a little bit less...maybe I would be more excited.

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