Cloudy With A Chance Of Typhoon

This week has been one of those weeks I would have gladly welcomed death. If someone had knocked on my door, handed me a bitter little pill and informed me that all would be over with its consumption I would have been running to the faucet to wash it down. Sadly, no one knocked on my door with a prescription to salvation and I had to live out every wretched moment of my week.

It is no mystery why the week was so exacerbating. The fact that at least one of my snotty nosed daycare kids shared with me their cough particulate that festered into my chest is just one reason for my misery. Combine a rolling ball of chest mucous with a screaming fourteen month old who has suddenly been pulled from the arms of her mother for the first time in her short life to be stuck here with me, the stranger, and it's no wonder that my ears hurt as much as my chest. The cherry on top comes in the form of a three year old Princess (referred to here) who feels the need to be the ultimate buzz killer of anything fun and exciting. Is it any wonder I wished for the Grim Reaper to ring my doorbell?

It's funny how one child can make or break your daycare day. I know this to be true because my three year old buzz killer is not here every day. Like the nicely dressed weather lady on the evening news I too can forecast what days of the week will be sunny or filled with dark looming clouds. Monday through Wednesday was overcast with a chance of typhoon. I saw it roll in Sunday night as I laid my head down on my pillow. And as fast as it rolled in it left and the clouds suddenly parted and the rays of sunshine streamed down in glorious ribbons Wednesday at 4:30pm.

I know how to ensure good weather all days of the week. In fact, if Kijiji is any help at all I am sure that before long it will be sunshine and the warm fuzzies every day of the week. Sometimes you have to cut your losses and move on for the sake of yourself and the other kids. It's never easy but then neither is watching the clouds roll in. And the lightening is down right frightening and scary. Yes, a three year old Princess can be compared to a hot summer night's thunderstorm or tropical typhoon. What can not be compared is the general feeling that she provides for the whole group to the easy, screamless days ahead once she is gone.

I'm hoping the sun peeks out more around here very soon. I imagine the sun's frequent appearances will coincide with the departure of the Princess. Next week, and perhaps the week after I forecast more dark, cloudy skies. However, by the time Thanksgiving greets us so will clear skies and cool, crisp winds. Well, at least that's what I'm forecasting.

For concerns, advice or suggestions I welcome your email at judytrickett@yahoo.ca