Funky Town.
I hate Funky Town. It might be a trip destination but it's no vacation spot. It's dread and hopelessness and includes the desire to buy new running shoes. Shoes you want to put on and run as far, far away from that space you call daycare. And if I didn't have five kids here today I just might consider going to Wal-mart to find a pair of those shoes.
Waking up in Funky Town is usually precipitated by some daycare event. Whether it be the one hundredth time that week that you had to put screamer girl in the time-out spot or discovering that you are losing another child to "free" daycare there is always a negative that sends you sailing on the ferry to Funky Town. And there are no life preservers on that ferry. Once you're on your way there is no escape. It's kind of like a video game. You have to find your own way through the Funky Town maze, gather supplies, find the secret weapons and hope you emerge on the other side of the town so you can leave prepared to not come back. Every visit to Funky Town makes the little daycare provider on the video screen more iron-clad than the visit before. Eventually, if you visit Funky Town enough, your screen avatar will look like a Knight in a suit of armour. It's only once your entire body is protected by the suit that you can ensure less frequent trips to Funky Town.
My personal daycare goal is to one day bid a final farewell to Funky Town. But I still have a lot of work to do and a contract to amend yet again before that can ever happen. Well, that or quit all together. I don't have the opportunity to buy that new pair of running shoes today so I'll just have to live in Funky Town a bit longer. I know they often let providers out of Funky Town around 4:30pm most days. I hope that happens to me.
Well, I'm off now to build up that suit of armour. Here's to hoping I get through the maze and emerge alive on the other side.
For concerns, advice or suggestions I welcome your email at judytrickett@yahoo.ca
Wikipedia definition: The mental head space visited by daycare providers when overwhelmed by the toxic effects of too many poopy diapers, screaming children, and push over parents. The population of Funky Town is seasonally dependent. Funky Town experiences population growth during the months of November through April. Population decline coincides with the retreat of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Funky Town does, however, maintain a steady population of vagrant providers all months of the year. Funky Town is located on a small island in between the depths of self-exploration and hell.This morning I woke up and found myself, once again, a resident of Funky Town. I like to vacation in Funky Town a few times a year. It's always a last minute booking and I am usually surprised by the trip. But, last minute sell-offs work that way so I can't complain about lack of notice. I am now here and hope that my trip is not for the duration of an entire week because a Saturday departure won't work with my weekend plans.
I hate Funky Town. It might be a trip destination but it's no vacation spot. It's dread and hopelessness and includes the desire to buy new running shoes. Shoes you want to put on and run as far, far away from that space you call daycare. And if I didn't have five kids here today I just might consider going to Wal-mart to find a pair of those shoes.
Waking up in Funky Town is usually precipitated by some daycare event. Whether it be the one hundredth time that week that you had to put screamer girl in the time-out spot or discovering that you are losing another child to "free" daycare there is always a negative that sends you sailing on the ferry to Funky Town. And there are no life preservers on that ferry. Once you're on your way there is no escape. It's kind of like a video game. You have to find your own way through the Funky Town maze, gather supplies, find the secret weapons and hope you emerge on the other side of the town so you can leave prepared to not come back. Every visit to Funky Town makes the little daycare provider on the video screen more iron-clad than the visit before. Eventually, if you visit Funky Town enough, your screen avatar will look like a Knight in a suit of armour. It's only once your entire body is protected by the suit that you can ensure less frequent trips to Funky Town.
My personal daycare goal is to one day bid a final farewell to Funky Town. But I still have a lot of work to do and a contract to amend yet again before that can ever happen. Well, that or quit all together. I don't have the opportunity to buy that new pair of running shoes today so I'll just have to live in Funky Town a bit longer. I know they often let providers out of Funky Town around 4:30pm most days. I hope that happens to me.
Well, I'm off now to build up that suit of armour. Here's to hoping I get through the maze and emerge alive on the other side.
For concerns, advice or suggestions I welcome your email at judytrickett@yahoo.ca
OMG, Judy we are having the same day.
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