I don’t know how to explain my days to people. I do love my job, but I often think about the ‘avalanche of minutia’ that happens each day – putting out little fires that on their own, are not a big deal, but they do pile up. I listen to the same story on repeat several times the morning from the same child. There is always a tiny human being standing right where I need to walk. It’s like wading through people. For the most part, I love it, but I do get tired.
Mid-afternoon, at the end of my time with children, I have many things to do, but I don’t always get to my list. On Friday, I needed to work on a video. However, while walking down the hall I needed to help with a young boy who was giving the afternoon staff a huge fit. As I was walking with him, another college person stepped out of her classroom to ask me what needed to be done if somebody threw up on carpet. I said, “I’ll be right there.” After cleaning up the barf, another college student was bringing one of the little boys back from the office, telling me he had flushed a doorstop.
Flushed a doorstop. You read that right. This boy is from the classroom where we couldn’t figure out why all the doorstops were disappearing. Ugh.
For some reason, I already had a magnetic hold-open thing in my box of crap, and now I know how to install one. (It needs a backer board if the gap is too big.)
If he flushes this, I don’t know what I’m going to do……
Brady Gurganious says
Not IF, but WHEN he flushes it, what are you going to do?