when the going gets tough, the tough subcontract
Monday, January 09, 2006
Rebecca has entered an aggressive phase, frequently attempting to hurl much larger children off pieces of play equipment she wishes to use. As I babble lame apologies to their affronted parents, the children themselves respond by staring at Becca with pious reproach. We're a peaceable people, as a whole, and possibly Rebecca's North Cambridge start in life has ill equipped her for a kinder, gentler life in NZ. It may also be that what with all the moving around she's been far too much around adoring (and largely uncritical) adults and not enough around children her own age. Most of the local kiddie groups have finished for the summer, but I am doing my best to find a few in the hope that frequent contact with other children will knock a few rough edges off her. In a purely metaphorical way, of course.
The current plan is for me to find part-time childcare for her so that I can take on contracting work. An appealing side effect of which would be that some other sucker would have to figure out how to deal with her incipient sociopathy - for a few blissful and yet somehow guilt-saturated hours a week. Ha! Oddly enough, I'm finding myself reluctant to pick up the phone.
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