I consider myself a little bit of an expert on preschool.
Probably not as much as an actual preschool teacher but since it is a requirement of the preschool that Jake, Quinn and Claire attend that a parent volunteer so many times during the year, I am in their class a lot.
Hence, I am kind of an expert on preschool.
The last time I volunteered in their class, I made some observations…. about myself and the children. And yes, I included my own children in these obersavations because they are after all preschool.
I am pretty sure that these observations hold true about any preschool class.
There is one kid who is the know it all.
There is one kid who cries when they don’t get to stand next to their best friend.
After being there 30 minutes, I wish for a nap.
There is one kid who is the teacher’s pet.
There is one kid who is the ‘creepy toucher’.
After being there for an hour, I want to poke my eyes out.
There is one kid who is a super, super soft talker like I am not even sure he can talk.
There is one kid who is a super, super loud talker like wow, my ear drums hurt and pass the asprin.
After being there for 1 and half hours, I wish there was something stronger in my cup than coffee and I am not talking about apple juice.
There is one kids who loves glue way to much.
There is one kid who shoves toys in your face, it must touch your nose, so that you can see it.
After being there for 2 hours, I am begging the teacher to put nap time into the lesson plan.
There is one kid who knocks over every tower of blocks built because they like to see other kids upset.
There is one kid who eats the glitter.
After being there for 2 and a half hours, I am pretty sure the clock is going backwards or worse yet, the clock has stopped and this will never end.
There is one kid who has to share his/her boogers with all their friends.
There is one kids who has some ridiculously long story about every little thing.
After being there for 3 hours, I dream about joining a childless convent that believes in taking naps all day.
Then just when I am ready to start joining the kids in their eating of glitter and love of glue, something happens. The other moms come back, gather their children and I am once again released from being the preschool volunteer.
Preschool teachers (actually all teachers) are saints.
Saints, I say.