The past week has been completely draining for me. We had a new little boy who just turned 3 start the preschool.
Let me just preface by saying that in order to go to the preschool I teach at, you have to be between the ages of 3-5 and potty trained.
Back to my story- in comes the new little boy who is cute as a button and speaks Spanglish. And since, my first language was Spanish, and my second language was Spanglish (English is my third language) he sort of pulled at my heart strings.
For like an hour.
Because basically an hour is all it took before he figured out that Mom and Dad weren’t there. That was also about the time I realized he had soiled himself and is not actually potty trained.
The short story is that I’ve changed poopy pull-ups and tried consoling an inconsolable child for an entire week. The other day he seriously cried for 4 hours straight. In fact, he’s been crying so much he’s actually thrown up twice from it.
So now I change poopy diapers, clean up throw up, and hear constant crying for four hours a day four days a week. Don’t forget I’m also keeping 25 teenagers off their cell phones and in class doing their assignments at the same time.
Let’s just say I have a new appreciation for Mommy’s. Oh, and that I was silently doing cheers in my head when he didn’t come to school today.
So now I have one high school student (cell phone girl) that irritates me to no end and one preschooler that drives me to a headache. Wow. What a great teacher I am these days…
I love my students. I love my students. I love my students. I love my students…