My gremlin goes to nursery. I went back to work 3 days a week and we found a nice (cheapish) one around the corner. She loves it which is a mega relief and so we are all happy.
There are some crap joyous aspects to your little munchkin attending nursery and I thought I’d put a few out there:
- The smell. That musty, funky….smell! What is it? The building, other little ones, paint, the food. God knows but my gremlin always has “the nursery smell” when she returns.
- The germs. I have ranted and raved about this before but what actually happens there? Does every child lick every toy and then pass it around? Is there some secret kissing we don’t know about? This is probably a question I don’t want answering. We have had illness after illness for 6 months and counting.
- This leads me on to the “freshers flu”. If we take her out for any period of time longer than a week; holidays/Christmas we are on countdown to how long it will be before the snot comes when she goes back.
- The lovely food/paint/glue stains down all clothes that somehow always seem to be orange and permanent even when I have been assured she had chicken casserole for lunch, not curry!
- The gorgeous mementos they bring home. Like the home-made chocolate that resembled a turd hedgehog.
- The occasional (10) drawings/paintings that get sent home in her bag. These are nice to look at for a bit but really? Ten? I can’t stick them all up unless my new lounge wallpaper is going to resemble a Picasso gallery.
- That bittersweet moment when you are on annual leave and they go in for the day. It’s like “awww I’ll miss them today” combined with, to quote Mel Gibson in his death scene in Braveheart, “Freeeeeeedoooooooooom!!!!”
- Why does she eat for them and eat sod-all for me?
- That lovely moment when you pick them up and all they do is throw what is in their hand/slap another child/ignore you for a minute or 2 before running towards you with a cheeky grin. Yes you can wait, Mother.
- She’s good as gold for them. During her “parents evening” she played up something chronic and we were greeted with gasps of surprise and “she’s never had a tantrum before”. Go figure.
- All the special “days” we have to either dress her up for, give me or make things. I spent a tenner on a “Little Princess” nightie for a day when she dressed up as one of her heroes (she loves that show). It then got washed and the transfer came off!!!! It went on a little ride with the binmen after that.
Ah I don’t know how we would cope without nursery. It’s been brill that I have been able to go back to work without worrying about the little monster. I know she’s fine and happy and that makes us so happy but the amount of crap that comes with it sometimes. Shish!