”Can’t you just let me poop?!”


It’s funny what you end up with, in life. A lot of your characteristics and personality are down to genes, (not jeans, which my Lil Man says he didn’t get from India, he bought from Asda! 😂)

I look at myself and see the physical characteristics that were handed down to me from my parents. 

My curly hair from Pops, which I lamented as a youngster, but which I love and wouldn’t change now.

My dark body hair… Also from my dad… Wish I’d got mums, she has hardly any!

But apparently I look a lot like her, and it is increasing with age.

People comment on my personality and say I’m like Pops with my dancing, and like my mum with my temperament.

I see the similarities between my Hubby Dearest and his parents too.

Then it makes me think what we have passed down to our own kids,

Lil Man looks a lot like his dad, but has my eyes. He is sporty like his dad, but loves to read like me. He is an early riser, and eats most foods, like me (though as a kid, I was a nightmare to feed!) 

Lil Princess has my curly hair, some day she looks a lot like me as a young girl, but also my mother in law! She is a nightmare to feed (like me as a youngster, and her daddy now!) and like her daddy she is not a morning person..she needs 10 minutes to “stretch” and, when performing her morning ablutions she can’t be rushed, just like her dad!

 This morning we were running late ( in fact she is making me so late I am able to write this post!) and I asked her to hurry up… The reply I got was the title of this post, “Can’t you just let me poop?!” 

I gave up hurrying her along and quietly came downstairs to my cup of tea and ipad!

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!!!!!!

Of Nappies and Poop…

images5J27SK96The week draws to a close, well, the working week anyway. It’s been an eventful one. My first one with my little lovelies in my first ever proper class!

I can confirm that there is likely to be much blogger fodder from this experience, so I hope you are ready to join me on my ride!

We had tears… we had laughter…

we had screamers… we had fighters…

we had loners… we had cuddlers…

we had smilers… we had gigglers…

And being as they are 3-4 years old, it is inevitable that there are going to be toilet issues with the odd child…no I am not calling the kids odd!

But one is in a nappy still… and decided it would be great to fill his pants(nappy) one afternoon. Pleasant! It wasn’t bothering him, he doesn’t talk, but the smell, oh my the smell! And it took 2 of the staff to change him, as he wouldn’t lay down!!! Joy!

Today a child led us to the toilet. We thought they wanted to go. Approaching the cubicle, we saw a pair of shoes, a pair of trousers, a pair of itty bitty pants, and a full toilet… but no child. Uh Oh! Who was the commando child, and more importantly, where was he?

Playing with the others at the water tray, he was – quite happily –  in the nuddy waist down!

(Heaven knows if he washed his hands before joining in with the play, or wiped! EWWWW!)

And so my teaching week ended, on a high actually! Aside from 2 children, all were settled in already, this week, and we look forward to next week. Routine wont kick in yet, but we need to take baby steps, and they will get there, they always do, with love!

Roll on Monday! (But not too fast, a little down time would be good too!)

My interactive peeps!

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