tee hee hee
The woman who complained about extra lunch money has now complained about hypothesising a possible total amount to give to our hard-working nursery staff as a one-off Xmas gift, and also about making more than a token gesture, although they all stayed on to take care of the kids when their jobs might have evaporated in a matter of weeks.
I rather fear I e-mailed her back to suggest that had she uttered when I was soliciting feedback six weeks ago, or had her remarks not gone against the otherwise universal view that money was the right thing to give, or had she volunteered to undertake the tasks she suggested herself, I might have been able to do a job more in keeping with her view of The Right Thing, but in the meantime I would have to reconcile myself to my failure, and hope to do better next time.
However, one sour-faced naysayer is necessary in any voluntary group, if only to provide cohesiveness amongst the rest. Maybe she has some serious problem in her life which she is taking out on us; maybe being sour with me kept her from beating her kids, what do I know? Doubtless it's hard to be her.
My AT teacher is having a drunken lunch, I believe, and God knows the man deserves it, so Monday will be an Extra Good Session. It had better be, because I am dead on my feet.
All I want to do is sleep, and sleep, and sleep, without interruptions other than my own personal ones. 24 hours off. Last night the princeling woke up discomforted and required company: "I am lonely at night and I want one person to sleep with me forever and sometimes I am SO lonely in the dark I need two people, or three, to sleep together with me in my bed!" Not a cry one can resist at 2:45 a.m., so I "slept" with him for an hour (his father needing all the rest he can get), meaning Child slept albeit fitfully and then finally deeply, so I could slide out of his bed, and rejoin 'II, who said in a perfectly clear tone of voice: You know a ship called the Zanzibar.
I can't think why I'm so tired. :-)
I rather fear I e-mailed her back to suggest that had she uttered when I was soliciting feedback six weeks ago, or had her remarks not gone against the otherwise universal view that money was the right thing to give, or had she volunteered to undertake the tasks she suggested herself, I might have been able to do a job more in keeping with her view of The Right Thing, but in the meantime I would have to reconcile myself to my failure, and hope to do better next time.
However, one sour-faced naysayer is necessary in any voluntary group, if only to provide cohesiveness amongst the rest. Maybe she has some serious problem in her life which she is taking out on us; maybe being sour with me kept her from beating her kids, what do I know? Doubtless it's hard to be her.
My AT teacher is having a drunken lunch, I believe, and God knows the man deserves it, so Monday will be an Extra Good Session. It had better be, because I am dead on my feet.
All I want to do is sleep, and sleep, and sleep, without interruptions other than my own personal ones. 24 hours off. Last night the princeling woke up discomforted and required company: "I am lonely at night and I want one person to sleep with me forever and sometimes I am SO lonely in the dark I need two people, or three, to sleep together with me in my bed!" Not a cry one can resist at 2:45 a.m., so I "slept" with him for an hour (his father needing all the rest he can get), meaning Child slept albeit fitfully and then finally deeply, so I could slide out of his bed, and rejoin 'II, who said in a perfectly clear tone of voice: You know a ship called the Zanzibar.
I can't think why I'm so tired. :-)