It’s been 30+ degrees Celsius (90+ F) for many days now. I just want to know why. Reid has energy to burn at the end of the day thanks to the prohibition on going outside to play on days when the kids’ eyeballs might melt. I have lots of respect for her daycare teachers normally but days when the kids are inside due to extreme heat or cold (yes, there are both) are the days when I really give thought to how underpaid they are. Not that I’m volunteering to up my daycare fees.
It was my turn to pick Reid up last night. She and I both like it when it’s my turn. Reid for the novelty and me for the nosiness. She doesn’t always come running but I do get a super squeeze at some point.
Most nights, the receptionist buzzes us in and so it was last night. I like having the opportunity to at least hear the kids and teachers interacting without them knowing I’m there. It’s not even that I’m expecting to catch the teachers misbehaving. I figure that they’re adequately policed between the multiple teachers and the oversight structure. I’m just the sort of person who wants to watch people interacting in the “wild”.
When I got to where the kids were playing, there were a couple little boys running about in the multipurpose room and my little angel was attempting to skip rope with a bead-stringing string. One teacher was saying in an uber-patient voice, “You need to stop running and start tidying.” It takes a lot to lower your voice when you’re frustrated, don’t you think? It’s a skill that I’m working on.