February 3rd, 2004

buddha virgin

Got My Head on Straight

I came home last night and Peaches had finished her homework and done all her chores. According to the house rules, if these things are done before I get home, she can watch a movie. So, the girls enjoyed Monsters, Inc. while the Pirate and I got dinner together.

Before we left for work yesterday morning, the Pirate had put a pan of vegan chilaquiles in the oven (our version uses Veggie Shreds and no sour cream), so dinner took all of five minutes. Chilaquiles and my own warm corn salad (corn, zucchini, red bell peppers, whole cumin seeds - YUM!).

I did the dishes while the Pirate put the Baby Goddess to bed, Peaches put herself to bed after having one of the best evenings in recent memory, and then the Pirate and I spent the evening together watching Farscape and enjoying each other's company.

This is what I want my life to look like all the time. And, once again, all this would be made much easier with the addition of servants.
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Someone Else's Childhood Trauma in the Making

The Pirate and I went to pick up the Baby Goddess at Baby School. As we were walking in, a very large woman with long, greasy hair was yelling at the preschool group teacher.

Apparently, the women's 5-year-old son had hit and kicked the teacher, and in order to restrain him the teacher put him in a high chair. The mother was incensed enough to scream her for it. She was looking pointedly at us and saying "I wonder if all the other parents know that Mona [the director of the day care center] doesn't manage this place. That she has uneducated people like you watching the children." She accused the teacher of abuse and was screaming that the teacher should have called the woman at work and she would have come and picked up her child.

The parent was physically pushing the teacher, who was three or four inches shorter and at least one hundred pounds lighter, across the room. Although my daughter was still smiling and appeared okay (I was holding her), there was another child who came up to me, shaking, and buried her face in my coat.

The Pirate and I didn't say anything for about five minutes. The woman kept yelling at the teacher, saying that she was going to take her children and leave. We waited for her to do just that, but she wouldn't leave, and I didn't want to leave the teacher alone with that awful woman (granted, there was another teacher there too, but the parent looked prepared to take them both on).

I felt rooted to the spot. I didn't know what to say, because the woman was beyond the point where she was listening to reason. Finally the Pirate said "You've said you were going to leave. Why don't you just leave?" And the woman turned on him and screamed "Who the hell are you? Fuck you!" The teacher pointed out that the language wasn't appropriate in a preschool, whereupon the woman screamed "Fuck you!" again and left, slamming the door.

I stayed as the Pirate took the Baby Goddess to the car. I wanted to make sure that the teacher was okay, and get the parent's name so that I could write to the center director.

I'm really torn. My child has been there for a long time and knows and loves her caregivers. On the other hand, the teacher gave me to understand that this is not an uncommon occurence at the school, and I'm not happy about my baby being subjected to abusive, harrassing parents.

I hate being the grownup...
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