And The Race Begins
My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. and I actually heeded its buzz and immediately rose and got into the shower. Today is the first day of Lava Lava Island: Where Jesus' Love Flows, our church's annual Vacation Bible School. I've been spending lots of my spare time preparing for the arrival of one hundred children and thirty volunteers. This morning, I was at the church by 6:00 a.m. to photocopy schedules and maps and to make nametags for all the kids and to deliver clothesline to the preschool room and to organize, organize, organize.
I am a detail-oriented person, so most of this gives me great satisfaction. I love to do things sequentially and orderly and neatly. I think we are all set. Of course, there will be last-minute snafus and glitches, but as I like to tell myself: next week, this will all be over!
I returned home by 7:00 a.m. so I'd be here when DaycareKid arrived. While I waited for him, I heard a baby's cough. Oh no. I just wiped the kid's snotty nose. Looks like another cold, or a resurrection of his last cold.
My own kids are all asleep still--why they can't all sleep on a morning when I, too, can sleep is just one of those unfair things about life. But in one hour, they will all be ready to go. I'll take the babies with me at 8:20 a.m., take DaycareKid to the nursery for childcare and then cart Babygirl around with me because she will not stay in childcare. She's one of those babies who gets hysterical if I leave the house without her. I left her in the nursery for about ten minutes during church yesterday and I could literally hear her shrill screams all the way upstairs, through closed windows and doors. I know I could desensitize her to my absences and train her not to scream her head off when we leave her in a nursery or with a babysitter, but I also know that she will outgrow this. Why put her through any unnecessary trauma? (I used to sneer at moms like me when I was a teenager who knew everything.)
After I leave, a friend will pick up my husband and the bigger kids to bring them to church. We don't have a car big enough to transport two adults and five kids, so this will have to do. It took me a long time to even figure out this solution. One of my earlier solutions involved my husband pushing Babygirl two miles to church in a stroller.
Hey! One of my kids is awake, so I'm off to get him dressed and ready to go.
On your mark, get set, GO!
I am a detail-oriented person, so most of this gives me great satisfaction. I love to do things sequentially and orderly and neatly. I think we are all set. Of course, there will be last-minute snafus and glitches, but as I like to tell myself: next week, this will all be over!
I returned home by 7:00 a.m. so I'd be here when DaycareKid arrived. While I waited for him, I heard a baby's cough. Oh no. I just wiped the kid's snotty nose. Looks like another cold, or a resurrection of his last cold.
My own kids are all asleep still--why they can't all sleep on a morning when I, too, can sleep is just one of those unfair things about life. But in one hour, they will all be ready to go. I'll take the babies with me at 8:20 a.m., take DaycareKid to the nursery for childcare and then cart Babygirl around with me because she will not stay in childcare. She's one of those babies who gets hysterical if I leave the house without her. I left her in the nursery for about ten minutes during church yesterday and I could literally hear her shrill screams all the way upstairs, through closed windows and doors. I know I could desensitize her to my absences and train her not to scream her head off when we leave her in a nursery or with a babysitter, but I also know that she will outgrow this. Why put her through any unnecessary trauma? (I used to sneer at moms like me when I was a teenager who knew everything.)
After I leave, a friend will pick up my husband and the bigger kids to bring them to church. We don't have a car big enough to transport two adults and five kids, so this will have to do. It took me a long time to even figure out this solution. One of my earlier solutions involved my husband pushing Babygirl two miles to church in a stroller.
Hey! One of my kids is awake, so I'm off to get him dressed and ready to go.
On your mark, get set, GO!
posted by Melodee at Monday, July 12, 2004
1 Comments:
My daughter is the exact same way about church nursery, and I'm exactly like you in my thinking. It's nice to know there is someone else out there like me in that area. I'll have to tell my husband!
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