Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

weeeeeeSo, I managed to survive my first day with a member of staff down. We got cover help, thank goodness, and the children in the morning were fantastic!  Relatively calm, considering, and we were one down.. the Screamer didn’t turn up.

However….(you knew I was gonna say that!) the afternoon was a different matter altogether! It was crazy! The kids were fighting, there were tempers like you wouldn’t believe, the ‘sharing is caring’ motto is definitely not in full flow yet! And if it wasn’t arguments, there was children trying to tip things over, transporting sand across classrooms, and switching the class PC off!

Oh, and the toilet issue…. Not poopy nappies ( thought there was that too!) but one little lovely came up to me… “Me dun Poopy! In ma pats!”, quite happily! Great! No nappy, but poop in knickers, a wonderful experience!  At least she came to me before sitting down, and smearing (sorry for being gross!), then the other child, who is our serial poop offender, decided it was time to soil his pants!

My colleague came to me as I was changing the Poopy ‘pats’ and said “Does it smell of egg?” “Nope”, I said, “actually I don’t know its just plain old poopy smell!” So she went to the main part of the room and checked and her trained nose said that the smells were different hence another Poop!

So Serial Pooper was also changed.  I shall not say there was calm after that, as there really wasn’t, but the toilet issues seemed to calm, until one girl was far too engrossed in whatever she was doing and wet herself.  No problem, a quick change and all was ok.

Then one of my newbies came running up to me “Potty! Potty!” Now as an Indian I know that a lot of Indian children call number 2 wanting to go ‘potty’ so I was on high alert, not least because I know he was not long out of nappies, and when he had been taken to the loo earlier, he wasn’t wearing pants, let alone a nappy!  I was not prepared to chase runaway poops down a trouser leg, and all over the floor!  We rushed to the loo, and managed to sit him down, only for him to let loose with a number 1! No little appendage being pushed down, but a veritable fountain, and oh my goodness, how much wee can a 3 year old produce??!! Luckily I was not caught in the downpour somehow, and managed to grab him, and turned him around!

Oh, and did I forget to mention, I was also spat at!  Lovely child!

I have started the gentle words with parents regarding working together, and that they need to support us as much as we are there to support them. But it is not just the nursery’s job to make these kids ready for the real world… a certain degree of responsibility clearly lies with the parents!

One more day til the weekend Peeps! One more day!!!!!!

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  1. NJ's avatar NJ
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 07:25:25

    Now looking at you I think you are having the toughest job 😛

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  2. Niki's avatar Niki
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 06:19:00

    Nearly the weekend! Ah the joys of working in the nursery, cleaning up poo really does make you glad you studied for four years to get a teaching degree doesn’t it!!! I love it when the children try to clean themselves up and lean against the toilet cubicles so we not only have to change them but then mop down the walls – and mine are a year older! Still I must away … more baseline forms to tick. Happy Friday!

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  3. Julz.......artist, blogger, photographer, graphic designer's avatar Julz.......artist, blogger, photographer, graphic designer
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 04:14:39

    oh dear…….all I can say is better you than me, sorry but I could not cope at all lol

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  4. Wafflemethis's avatar wafflemethis
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 02:30:33

    Sis what can I say. Super super superteach yaay. You nearly made it through a full week it may be hectic hard stressful and smelly and all but you got this your a shining star. Hugs and good luck tomorrow 😘

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  5. ~M's avatar ~Michelle Cook
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 00:28:24

    I used to take my oldest daughter to a daycare on a military post. There was only one lady in the room and she watched six 2 yr olds all by herself for the entire day. She had a rule in her classroom that as soon as a child was 2 yrs old, they had to be potty trained. Every hour, she lined all six children up and made them use the potty one after the other. My daughter was potty trained within a few days. I loved that woman! She definitely had a military way of doing things and fortunately for us it worked!

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  6. Donna's avatar Donna
    Sep 18, 2015 @ 00:07:10

    Sounds like a “fun” filled day

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  7. Erika's avatar Erika Kind
    Sep 17, 2015 @ 22:46:55

    Yes, one more day!!! And then the parents can clean up the poopy bottoms… I send you good thoughts, Sis 😘 😘 😘

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  8. georgeforfun #MATURE, YOU'VEBEEN WARNED Life's too short to be miserable or serious anymore!'s avatar georgeforfun Life's too short to be miserable or serious anymore!
    Sep 17, 2015 @ 22:42:57

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:

    Having so many children of our own sometimes felt like we lived in a permanent day care. I’ve been blessed with such “gifts” as you described. Twins sometimes were double the pleasure, but sometimes I wondered if they’d ever get out of nappys or training pants. Sometimes we let them run naked, ripped out carpet and put in linoleum. Easier to clean up and didn’t absorb the odors of Nature. Sounds like the weekend can’t come fast enough, indeed. 👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀

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  9. irtfyblog's avatar irtfyblog
    Sep 17, 2015 @ 22:12:03

    is that a picture of a kid peeing? lol.

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