Babies and Bouncers and Puking! Oh MY!

No, I am not talking about the newest night club in town. Instead, I am talking about my new job! That's right, this job bench warmer has suited up and joined the big leagues. About a month and a half ago, after a seriously dark period of time and frantic application filings to several local daycare's, I got the call. A local daycare was interested in me as a substitute, I fully admit, I almost peed my pants...I turned these applications in with the impossible dream that maybe ONE of them would grace me with SOMETHING! I mean I would clean cribs for heaven's sake! But by the time the call came, I had nearly forgotten the applications and almost went with plan B, which was to get ANY job possible and go back to Lincoln Land to get the right education to work in daycare.

I had been out of work over a year...tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife in this house...and literally, when I questioned if God was even there...the phone rang! Okay, so I figured subbing wouldn't be too glamorous, not many hours, not great pay, etc. but I knew if I got in, I could work my way up. See how smart I am! ;)

So I had my appointment the very next day to walk around the daycare, if I was interested after hearing what the gal had to say, I would fill out paperwork and be in. Of course, being a Christina story, it can't run smoothly...The next morning, I was all a bundle of nerves and my sister kept saying, isn't your appointment at ten? I kept saying, no, no! 10:30, goose! I set out merrily on my way, much like Little Red Riding Hood, actually, it was a LOT like Little Red Riding Hood...I anxiously walked through those doors and waited a moment for the woman who was interviewing me. Her first words were, "I thought we were meeting at ten?", that's right...I had a stomach falling into the soles of my shoes reaction and the distinct thought that I would either faint, pee, or poop myself...yea, I'm a little dramatic. I think somehow, I managed to mangle out the words, I am so sorry! I thought you said 10:30 about a thousand times, meaning I probably sounded like a deranged parrot. She was fine, but I spent the rest of my time there kicking myself for being late.

We went through all the classrooms, she told me about my duties as a sub, and I learned that subs there weren't like subs elsewhere. See at my job, subs work daily, I don't ask why, I'm just glad we do! We either work all day or several hours in certain classrooms or break teachers. I promise breaking teachers isn't as painful as it sounds. I was in hog heaven! and happily agreed to join the staff. I may or may not have looked like one of those bobble head dogs in a rusty Buick's back window...

So, now I'm in the daycare. It's like every job, it has its ups, kids getting picked up early, and its downs...being puked on four times by other people's children in one day...I was also offered a full time job in the Toddler Room, but haven't heard back since the original offer. I was meant to stay in there a week, if I liked it, I was in. Now, I am working mainly in the Infant Room, the reasoning being that should the Infant sub need to take a day off, I could work there and if I needed a day off, she could work Toddlers, but that was a few weeks ago. Aaaany way...I'm still getting good hours, finding my niche and failing a lot, but also learning. I really love the Infant Room now, and even though one of their teachers says I will probably be full time in there, I HIGHLY doubt it. At this point, just taking things one day at a time and thanking God each night that I have a job!