GRIPE AND GROWL AND GRUMBLE
It’s an ill wind that blows so much crazy.
Seriously. The kids I work with are always squirrelly. They can’t help it. I don’t blame them. I just raise my voice to be heard over the clamor and try to separate the ones actually doing harm to each other. The last two weeks though? Right after the weather turned windy and cold? Madness.
There has not been a single day that somebody hasn’t thrown a screaming tantrum, had to be pulled bodily off the person they are fighting, run all over the place until they crash into something (twice it’s been me), or just stood and shrieked to Heaven with big ol’ tears just dripping down their faces. The last one gets on my nerves because it happens two or three times a day and the cause is usually something like “I saw her quietly looking at a book so I GRABBED IT FROM HER and then SHE GRABBED ME and took it BACK! WAAAAAAHHHHNNN.”
Is it something in the air? In the water? Is the waxing moon? Usually I have a day or two like this, maybe once a month, in rough times, once a week. This has been every. Frickin. Day.
And on top of that, I have classes to do and papers to write and I’m fast losing my sense of humor about the whole thing. That last nerve you’ve heard tale of? Mine’s just about stomped flat.
Seriously. The kids I work with are always squirrelly. They can’t help it. I don’t blame them. I just raise my voice to be heard over the clamor and try to separate the ones actually doing harm to each other. The last two weeks though? Right after the weather turned windy and cold? Madness.
There has not been a single day that somebody hasn’t thrown a screaming tantrum, had to be pulled bodily off the person they are fighting, run all over the place until they crash into something (twice it’s been me), or just stood and shrieked to Heaven with big ol’ tears just dripping down their faces. The last one gets on my nerves because it happens two or three times a day and the cause is usually something like “I saw her quietly looking at a book so I GRABBED IT FROM HER and then SHE GRABBED ME and took it BACK! WAAAAAAHHHHNNN.”
Is it something in the air? In the water? Is the waxing moon? Usually I have a day or two like this, maybe once a month, in rough times, once a week. This has been every. Frickin. Day.
And on top of that, I have classes to do and papers to write and I’m fast losing my sense of humor about the whole thing. That last nerve you’ve heard tale of? Mine’s just about stomped flat.