Church that is. Today Andy is working and so I had to brave nursery on my own. They always find someone to come in and help me and today the sister that they got to help certainly did help, but by the end I had pit marks, only one earring, and I'm pretty sure my slip and garments were hanging out the bottom of my skirt. I felt defeated and deflated, I came home and shed a tear or two. I'm proud of little T, he always cries and usually his mom has to come in with him, today I told his dad to just go, he cried for about 2 minutes and was totally FINE. And even gave me a hug before he left, so there was progress. However, little E was out of control, she was hitting and kicking and pinching, I put her in time out about 3 times, this just seemed to fuel her fire, why I didn't just go get one of her parents is beyond me, its not a prison or daycare. Her favorite target is Andrew, I think its because she is the youngest in her family. So babies younger than her threaten her. I did let her parents know what had happened today so that they were aware of what she was doing. I feel like things can only get better with her. She is one of the youngest in the class so she is still getting used to all of it.
The last time I was in nursery there was a singing lady that came around and sang songs with the kids and it was SO helpful, I'm going to suggest they bring that back. I am okay, I do love the kids I just have some hard days fulfilling my calling.