Another foot and a half of snow today! I called off work today thereby marking another week in which I fail to make as much money as I should. Someone is always sick or canceling or fired from the program for canceling too much or it snows a tsunami of fluff to where I'm not even sure I can get out of the driveway, let alone across town.
However, despite the expense, the break is sorely needed. I am so wiped from being mommy, wife, and the finest tutor education has ever known. I'm only paid for 7 hours a week, but I end up working almost 20 as I spend a lot of time devising games and activities and figuring out lesson plans. Ahhh. Smell that? That's new tutor smell.
I plan to scrub it off today and enjoy some down time. (Of course the babeola just took the shorest nap ever. Sigh.)
Anyway, I have some cute babeola stories to share.
First, she is obessessed with my bras. Probably a primordial nursing association. She manges to filch them somehow and likes to sling them over her shoulders or put the strap over her head. Today she was 'styling' the bra around her shoulders while watching herself in the mirror and then she started teething on the underwire. At which point, I promply died from laughter.
I have pictures, but I'm not sure they belong on the internet. You don't want to see my bra, right?
Yesterday, we attended our first music class. It is not your typical music class. There are no words, not even a hokey pokey. It reminds me of those modern dance interludes in movies from the 60s. Incongruent razzle dazzle that captures your attention by being bizarre.
Exhibit to the first, I think the teacher, short and round with a wooden flute, might be a hobbit. Exhibit to the second, the babeola was underwhelmed. She actually retrieved her shoes, tried to put them on (and failed)and said 'bye bye' while toddling to the door as fast as her chubby legs could carry her. When that did not make the weirdos go away, she resigned herself to wandering the room, shoes clutched tight in her hands while the rest of us drummed and sang things like 'ba, boo, bi' in a round. Whenever the teacher attempted to interact with her, she would turn on her heel, refusing to make eye contact.
Despite her disdain, I think the class will be good for her. In a psychedelic kind of way. I mean, it's no Old McDonald. More Gregorian chant meets hobbit with flute. But it's probably good for her, like a vitamin.
At least I am amused. They do a greeting and farewell song that singles out each child by name (the only time words are used). The kids are utterly shocked that these strange people know their name. The surprise is stamped all over their faces in little slackjawed 'o's of doubletakes. We are totally messing with their minds.
I love it.
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