Oy Vey
I cannot handle children. Let me re-phrase; I cannot handle kids for a prolonged amount of time.
To those of you who plan on entering the noble profession of education, I applaud your resolve. Currently, there are three children in my house under the age of seven. At first, it was somewhat entertaining, having them run around and watching Disney movies, but after approximately five(!) hours, the novelty wears off, and the reality sets in: kids are a pain in the ass.
One of the kids, Charlie, is four. He is a nice young boy, but when he speaks (whines?), his voice is not unlike a shrill scream; it drives me insane. He is loud, and is constantly whining about his damn DS and how people are not sharing. The cherry on top is that he is a tattle tale. I hate tattle tales. Probably because I never told on anyone (unless it was a very serious offense) when I was a young lad. If there is even the smallest infraction committed, he threatens the stout chunky four year-old, Simon.
“Don’t touch me Simon, or else I will tell on you!”
“Don’t put that (undistinguishable item) on me Simon, or else I will tell your dad!” “Don’t cough too loudly, or else I will cry and scream until I get the attention of everyone in the house and interrupt what Jude (what my family calls me) is watching!”
Etc.
He also seems to think that if he keeps asking for things over and over and over again that he will get his way. And if that doesn’t work, he starts to cry and whine and ruin my night. I am so annoyed, that I could literally, in a heart beat, drop kick him across the room.
The aforementioned Simon, meanwhile is, for the most part, a well behaved kid. He is a chubby little four year old who will tell you ten things in rapid fire succession, 75% of which is unintelligible. He really isn’t getting on my nerves, unless he too is ruining what I am watching, mostly by bickering with Charles.
One bright spot is that I am thoroughly enjoying the authority I have over these children. My brother and I were attempting to put in a VHS tape of Aladdin for them to watch, when they began to boo at us because we were taking much too long. I turned around and looked at them, and said,
“If you want to watch this movie, you will sit down and be quiet. Stop.”
They all stopped, looked at me for a second and managed to timidly say,
“Ok…”
Another small perk with having these little Rugrats around was watching chubby Simon attempt to ride a bicycle with training wheels. At some points, it was very difficult for him to pump his chubby little legs. However, the most amusing portion of the bike ride was when Simon slowly fell off the side, taking the bike with him. He was stuck squirming under the bike, struggling because his girth did not allow him an easy exit.
Anyways, the other young child is Ashley. She seems very bright, and is the typical know-it-all. I haven’t had a big problem with her, but the week is young!
To those of you who plan on entering the noble profession of education, I applaud your resolve. Currently, there are three children in my house under the age of seven. At first, it was somewhat entertaining, having them run around and watching Disney movies, but after approximately five(!) hours, the novelty wears off, and the reality sets in: kids are a pain in the ass.
One of the kids, Charlie, is four. He is a nice young boy, but when he speaks (whines?), his voice is not unlike a shrill scream; it drives me insane. He is loud, and is constantly whining about his damn DS and how people are not sharing. The cherry on top is that he is a tattle tale. I hate tattle tales. Probably because I never told on anyone (unless it was a very serious offense) when I was a young lad. If there is even the smallest infraction committed, he threatens the stout chunky four year-old, Simon.
“Don’t touch me Simon, or else I will tell on you!”
“Don’t put that (undistinguishable item) on me Simon, or else I will tell your dad!” “Don’t cough too loudly, or else I will cry and scream until I get the attention of everyone in the house and interrupt what Jude (what my family calls me) is watching!”
Etc.
He also seems to think that if he keeps asking for things over and over and over again that he will get his way. And if that doesn’t work, he starts to cry and whine and ruin my night. I am so annoyed, that I could literally, in a heart beat, drop kick him across the room.
The aforementioned Simon, meanwhile is, for the most part, a well behaved kid. He is a chubby little four year old who will tell you ten things in rapid fire succession, 75% of which is unintelligible. He really isn’t getting on my nerves, unless he too is ruining what I am watching, mostly by bickering with Charles.
One bright spot is that I am thoroughly enjoying the authority I have over these children. My brother and I were attempting to put in a VHS tape of Aladdin for them to watch, when they began to boo at us because we were taking much too long. I turned around and looked at them, and said,
“If you want to watch this movie, you will sit down and be quiet. Stop.”
They all stopped, looked at me for a second and managed to timidly say,
“Ok…”
Another small perk with having these little Rugrats around was watching chubby Simon attempt to ride a bicycle with training wheels. At some points, it was very difficult for him to pump his chubby little legs. However, the most amusing portion of the bike ride was when Simon slowly fell off the side, taking the bike with him. He was stuck squirming under the bike, struggling because his girth did not allow him an easy exit.
Anyways, the other young child is Ashley. She seems very bright, and is the typical know-it-all. I haven’t had a big problem with her, but the week is young!