Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Cranky in Rio de Janeiro
I am cranky. I blame 98% the adaptation process at my kids' school and 2% the rain.
I just hate this entire process. I get it, let's not traumatize the kiddies. Hell, let's not traumatize the teachers either. Fair enough. But how long is this going to last? I feel like I'm giving birth to a toddler over there and all the doctors are just sitting around watching. No one is saying if I'm crowning or offering me the ever important drugs!
It's such a tedious process! Today was the second day. Ok, I'm a bit dramatic to be bitching the second day but let's face it, I'm a bit dramatic. We stayed from 1pm to 4pm. Yesterday was 1pm to 3pm. So we improved our time. On the other hand, Rafa was a royal pain in the buttocks today. He fell twice and you would have thought someone had beat him with a hammer with the fit he threw. And he didn't even fall hard. He was just testing the water.
Do I really have to see that? I'm not supposed to interject. I'm not supposed to do anything, even when I notice that they didn't see my kid running off. I'm really starting to get worried about leaving him there. The teachers seem far more concerned with their gossip than helping my kid not eat shit when he gets off the rocking horse that is far too big for a little guy.
I feel like we need to just rip that band aid right off. Let it sting but it'll only last a minute. I was willing to go with the flow this time, even if it's contrary to what I think. (I did not go with the flow with my oldest.) That was until I spoke with the teacher.
I asked the teacher what the plan was for tomorrow. We're supposed to stay the full class. Holy crap, if only I had a Valium to pop in order to endure 4.5 hours of this. Uggggg. But fine. That I can do. I'm also going to disappear for a period of time and wait in the parent adaptation waiting area.
Here's what I can't... no no, won't do. They were saying that I will wait on the sofas and then go in and check on him, leave, and then go back and check on him, then leave, etc etc.
What the hell is that? Hey honey, I'm back. No no, just kidding I'm gone. No no, just kidding, I'm back! Opa, nope, gone again. Talk about a tease!
I will not do it. My kid is going to attack me like fat kid does a donut. And then I'm going to be expected to rip him off me and leave him. Actually, I'm guessing they'll say I have to do the whole process for another week.
It's like freakin' groundhog day! Don't let the baby see it's shadow or it's 6 more weeks of adaptation!
I swear, you know the physiologist, the coordinator, and the teachers all get together for beers after class and laugh at us parents. Let's see if we can get them to stay the entire month, pay, and then do our jobs. Bwahahaha.