Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Even kindy teachers have bad days

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

16 September 2008

Even kindy teachers have bad days

What a relief!

Last night I was standing at my sink thinking, "Well there you go. That kindy lady said she was going to start ringing parents tonight about kindy places for next year, and I'm first on the list, and she hasn't rung, so ... Boo Hiss."

Then the phone rang. It was the kindy lady, and she was nice. She sounded like she had time and brain-space to talk about 2009, and she was able to offer me a place in the group of my choice.

I asked about the teacher Sonny Ma-Jiminy would most likely be having. She gave me a name, and I have since found out that friends of mine have recommended her as "a lovely lady," which is exactly what I want for Sonny's teacher.

I feel much better about the whole thing. Thanks for your lovely encouraging comments.

3 comments:

tinsenpup said...: Yay!; 16 September, 2008 23:49
Swift Jan said...: Excellent! :); 17 September, 2008 07:32
Putting the FUN in DysFUNctional said...: I'm glad to hear it!; 17 September, 2008 14:03

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I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

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16 September 2008

Even kindy teachers have bad days

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