I-C-U-P. Haha, get it? I see you pee! ahahaheh…yeah, I never found much humor in that one either. Even less so now that I’m in room 101. When I called CHCC, crying piteously and pretty much begging for my job back, I was pretty happy to land a spot in the preschool side of the building. Don’t get me wrong- I enjoyed working with two-year olds. It’s a fun age and I enjoy teaching them, but to work in the mythical preschool? The land where children become capable of doing chores and more importantly; the children are potty trained! What more could I possibly want out of life(besides my very own personal cabana boy of course)?
At first, I was uber enthused. It was okay that five or so kids were still in diapers…after all, I’ll take 5 diaper changes three times a day to 17 diaper changes 4-5 times a day and the highly unstable molecular composition of toddler poo.
By this time I have realized however, that less diapers means a lot more accidents. There are at least two a day, on a good day. And I never found urine so highly offensive until I was constantly up to my elbows in it, continuously swabbing the deck of 101 with my trusty bottle of bleach water and environmentally friendly paper towels, snapping rubber gloves on and stripping pee soaked preschoolers of sodden skirts and dripping jeans. I can only hope that the next few weeks bring some solidarity to these kids’ bladders and I come back from Belgium to a more confident, drier group of kids. They damn well better be, cause it’s gotten to the point where I don’t even like it when I pee.