
Ellie had her first 2 days at day care this week. Well, they do things a little differently here, lets call it the gentle approach (aka the cloakroom sit). So you bring your child to day care and introduce her to the group and then while she plays and has a jolly, good time, you get to sit in the cloak room, just in case disaster strikes. You'd think that I could bring my laptop and get some work done, or get through that novel I have been wanting to finish, or even have a light snooze on the tiny little bench suffocated amongst smelly kids' jackets, well NO. The cloak room sit plays itself out a little differently. Since the girls go to a more liberal DC, they do not want to lock the children in like animals in the zoo (but lets face it, aren't children just like...I am not going to finish that sentence as it will definitely come back to bite me in the arse), so all doors are open, that's right including the one to the room where I am being kept. So as you can imagine, I have now become a major attraction, labelled the English-speaking mom with a useful set of hands, one all the kids like to come and have a poke at and try to feed stale bread to. But ultimately, I am the shoes-helper, lace-tier and lucky for me, yes, the snot wiper - how do I always end up cleaning other people's children? WTF. SO I have spent the last 2 mornings peeing in teeny, tiny toilets, while children bang on the stall door, while bursting out in laughter (giving each other high fives for having trapped the English mom in the miniature pee place), eating stale bread as to not make them cry and locating all kinds of missing pairs: shoes, hair elastics, socks and I kid you not, mittens in 20 degree weather!
Ellie has been loving the place with all the new toys, kids and smells and every once in a while does pop by the cloak room to smirk and babble something, which I translate as...nah ne nah ny boo boo!