Is preschool important

 

With our first kid, we didn’t go the preschool route because we were in between houses and weren’t in the school district that we wanted her to go to kindergarten. With the situations that we were in, we didn’t have the resources to get the most out of preschool.

However, that has not stopped her from learning. We worked with her when I was pregnant with our youngest. We went over sight words, both reading and writing them. We went over songs and make believe was always our favorite past time. We play games. We role played. We did a lot of things right. And it has showed so much with this past year she was in first grade doing second grade work. I am so very proud of her as a mother should.

But, we are in the district now that we want our kids in. So why wouldn’t we put our youngest in preschool in two years? This isn’t a post about why we shouldn’t do preschool. It is just a discussion. Just a thought process. I actually found two great articles that describe the importance of preschool and I think I will be using them in my decision.

Here are these two links

Why Preschool is Important

The 13 Key Benefits of Early Childhood Education: A Teacher’s Perspective

I have always been an advocate for teachers. I do not think that they are paid enough. If you break down the hours they work and how much they’re paid once or twice a month. It is less than minimum wage. And if you think about it. When you wanna go out, you hire a baby sitter. That baby sitter doesn’t teach your kid anything. They just watch your kid for a few hours. You pay that babysitter more than the minimum wage. I know when I baby sat in my teens, I was paid about 8-10 an hour. Minimum wage where I am is 7.25. And teachers, who are teaching your kids valuable information, working to shape the future of your child are barely making minimum wage. It is ridiculous. But that is a different topic.

 

My mother in law is a teacher. So I know the struggle that she goes through.

But with her being a teacher. That provides me some advantages if we don’t go the preschool route.

Each child learns different. Which is why I am having a difficult time with deciding if we should do the preschool route. The good thing is, I have about 2 years to decide.

My oldest can be a timid child. She shows a lot of fears when it comes to new things. She approaches them cautiously. Kind of like me. However, my youngest shows no fear at all. She will jump in head first. She has done things that her sister didn’t do at that age.

It was easy teaching my oldest to write and read and math. But will my youngest be harder? She is stubborn. She is my mini me. So I am wondering if that will cause teaching her to be harder than it was for her sister. I mean I hope not. But it could possibly happen. Another scenario is that she wants to be just like her sister (which is how and why she does so much now to do just what her sister is) that it will be easy for her to learn these things. I mean she’s 2 and she’s already trying to sing the abc’s It is not completely coherent but you can tell what she is singing.

I think education is completely important. I guess that I will have to see how things go before making a hard decision. Maybe try teaching her things between now and preschool time to see. I know either way, Preschool would benefit her. It’s more about being emotionally ready. Both her and myself.

Only time will tell.

Anxiety and Dreams

Okay, so as you guys know we’re currently having issues with my in laws.

and being a person with anxiety.

Makes me even more protective or more of a momma bear.

So, I need advice. Or maybe some comments. A discussion. From others outside of the situation to talk it thru.

The other night, I had this really bad dream. Having anxiety, I think, makes my dreams more vivid and more real. I wake up feeling like they’re real. That they’re going to happen. Like a premenition.

So this dream, I went to pick up the kids from school because I pick up my nephews as well. And the boys got in the car. But….my daughter was no where to be found. The principal came over and told me that she had been checked out earlier in the day by her grandfather, my father in law.

So I go over there to get her back…and he won’t give her back. He hides her away and runs. I think it comes from the fact that when my mom first left my dad….he kidnapped us and hid us in my great grandma’s basement. But it was going on and on and I was trying everything to get my kid back. And nothing was working. To the point that I was calling in help from people that I know are violent.

That was one dream.

Another dream the next day was my father in law showing up at my house when my husband wasn’t home. He pushed his way in to see the girls. And he wouldn’t leave. I tried everything and he just WOULDN’T leave. To the point that I was calling the cop and my FIL said that the cops wouldn’t do anything because he was family.

……

I woke up from both these dreams in a full on anxiety attack. These dreams have had me terrified.

So….I put some thought into it and I think I should go to the school and remove him from the list of picking up my daughter from school. I don’t want to ever feel like I did in my dreams.

So….what do you guys think?

What’s the point?

Everyone knows that yesterday, 3/20/2018 was the first day of spring. Right?

And what does spring bring us? Flowers, sunshine, warmth maybe green grass. Of course it also means bees and pollen. So pretty soon I am going to have to start taking an allergy pill everyday. Stupid pollen.

So after a crazy, whacky winter of freezing my bum off, I am looking forward to spring and summer means swimming. But no. We’re in the south. Where all of our seasons hit in one flipping week. Monday it was so warm that I went to the store at like 8 at night without a coat cause it was so warm. Yesterday it was cold and rainy and all around depressing.

This morning, tho. Well this morning I got woken up at 5:30 to a phone call from the school. A 3 hour delay. A 3 hour flipping delay and at 6 am there was no flipping snow on the ground. The ground was barely even wet. Like WTH!!! and of course I was excited about not having to get up and get the big kid dressed and then fight with the little kid to get in the car because lately she has been having tantrums in the morning when it is time to take her sister. I guess she thinks if she throws a fit then we won’t leave and her sister will stay home. yeah nope.

But it didn’t even start snowing til about 8 am. And it wasn’t sticking. Let me repeat that. We had fluffy wet white stuff falling to the ground and disappearing. like magic. POOF. And there is a 3 hour flipping delay. I can understand if the temperature was anywhere near freezing like 33 degrees but no when I checked our temp was 38 degrees and no ice anywhere. The temperature hadn’t dropped anywhere near freezing all night.

Okay.. I know this is sounding like really bad on my part and like I am against schools looking out for our kids….Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids school they are so attentative and awesome. My issue is my husband left for work at 5 am and made it to work 20 mintues away with absolutely no problem and we have a 3 hour delay for school. It makes no sense. I would have been fine with a 2 hour delay

You see my issue with 3 hour delays is simple. There is no time to learn anything. To do anything. The school doors doesn’t open until 10:30 am. The late bell doesn’t ring until 11:05 am and they still feed the kids lunch. Yes I do believe they take 20 mins to eat in class or something. But school ends at 2:30. I am in line every day a 1.

So I drop off the kids at 10:30 am and I have enough time to go grab a bite to eat for lunch and watch half a movie then I am right back up here to pick my kid up. Seriously. I have to condense anything into 2 and a half hours when we have 3 hour delays. Then the rest of my day feels like I have done absolutely nothing.

And today of all days. I have family in from across the country that I have not seen in 20 years. I have to be ready to go out to eat with them in 4 hours after I get my kid which means getting myself and the girls ready to go. I gotta make sure my oldest home work is done. I gotta clean the tornado that hit my house while I was at the grocery store last night.

Seriously….is there some kind of button that the kids hit the minute the mom leaves??? It seems like everytime I leave the girls with their grandmother or their dad to run errands I come home and its like the twilight zone. Its not my house anymore. It is crazy. Then I end up either fussing for hours to make everyone help do it right or I spend an hour cleaning it by myself.

So….today… I feel rushed. all because a little white frozen water fell from the sky and disappeared on the ground.

What kids hear

What my kid hears versus what I as the parent hears. Now that statement could go many ways as many parents know. But this is just one story.

So my kid has been doing this project thing in class and I thougth cool its a class project as in it stays in class. they had to choose an animal, research said animal and then build an animal out of clay. Cool. Right?

Nope.

So she comes home from school yesterday and hands me her binder so I can look thru it and sign it and theres a paper in there. She has to create a habitat for the animal she has chosen.

And boy is she excited.

So what she hears is ‘a cool project where I can draw and paint and create’

But what I hear is ‘Crap I’m going to burn myself a thousand times again with the hot glue gun.’

which I have

you see she chose a dog. She loves dogs.

So the habitat that she would need would be a backyard right?

but where do dogs lay down in the back yard???

a dog house.

And how did I decide to build this dog house??? with popsicle sticks.

held together by HOT GLUE!

and I’ve only been working on this thing today and I have burned every single finger. And half the time I am not even sure how it happened and sometimes its because my kids bump into me and my and touches the hot spot or the hot glue.

Either way. My kid hears yay project and I hear ouch. Crap. Damn. Shit. Well you know the kind of vulgar that slips out of your mouth when you get hurt. its like stubbing your toe.

But I am that type of mom. I am going to keep burning myself anyway. Until it gets done.

Yeah……I might need some positive vibes haha. When I was a kid I always had my mom help because she was artistic and I’m not. But now I can’t ask her to do it because she’ll be like… nope its your turn. haha. And this is the 2nd project in less than 2 months. >.<