silence

What's that sound? The blessed sound of children sleeping :) I worked my normal ten hour day with my two munchkins, and now for the weekend I am on mum duty for a 5, 3, and 1 year old. Tonight was fun with dancing, a walk, ice cream, baths, and oh yes the drama of bedtime. The little scallywags had skipped a nap this afternoon, and so I knew to be on the alert in terms of meltdowns. On top of that I decide to not go with their routine of letting them fall asleep in the parents' bed and then carry them to their respective beds, I made them go to bed and sleep in their own beds. This did work, but after some intense tears and whines and hysteria, and one missing child. But now silence reigns (and has been since 9), until 7 tomorrow morning when the littlest is expected to wake from his dream filled sleep.

I never thought I would be one of those parents, and okay technically I am not yet parent, but for argument's sake..., who would nitpick a preschool, and struggle with seperation. My oldest little 'un - my little angel, my sunshine and smiles, starts preschool next week, and today we went and visited the classroom and met the teachers. Let's just say I was not impressed. I wouldn't necessarily say I didn't like the place, but I didn't like the place. I didn't think much of the teachers, who spoke down to Marissa. I didn't think much of the toys which seemed to be dirty. I didn't think much of the fact that one of the boxes of toys had a thumb tack in it, that Marissa found. What if in rummaging through the box she had pricked her finger on it, and then because who knows where that metal edge has been, she would need a tetnaus (I need to learn to spell anew) shot, and who knows what else could ensue from that careless location of the thumb tack. I didn't appreciate the teacher's disregard for the thumbtack being there. I read over the goals and objectives for the classroom, and I scoffed at them all, because Marissa has achieved them all, they speak of starting, and developing, and introducing concepts, and skills that Marissa has been working on for months!! Although under social and emotional goals/objectives was one that made me chuckle - teaching the child and parent seperation, or something akin to that. It won't be about the parent and Marissa - it will be about Marissa and myself. And at least the parents have the assurance of having chosen the establishment, I don't have that luxury. I felt the place was dirty, and small, and lacking adequate play material, and I feel Marissa will be unchallenged, and overlooked by her teachers.

So I reckon when I do become a bona fide parent my child will not be attending preschool. Although who knows. I do know I will be extremely particular in my selection, and certain things would have to be firmly in place. Look me up in 6 years and see if I can laugh looking back at what I imagine rearing my children will be like.

Preschool isn't necessarily needed anyways, school on the over hand will be a whole different story. Even sending my child to school fills me with trepidation, and the idea of homeschooling is growing on me.

I think I best sign off for now because I am sure the urchins that are now soundly sleeping, won't be so soundly sleeping in the morn when I most like to be off in dreamland...that is one thing that I am not keen on when it comes time for my own task of parenting, the actual fact that sleeping in will be a thing of the past. Oh, I have also decided that it would be very nice to not only not have to work so that I could be home with my children, but to also have a cook and a housekeeper - they could be one and the same.

On that note -- adeiu (is that spelt correctly??)