It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Trust is earned, and here’s one way

I try to be flexible with my parents. If your spouse is out of town this week, and you ask nicely, I’ll probably let you pick up 20 minutes late and waive the late fee. I’ve kept the kids late on Valentine’s Day so parents could have a date night. Early drop-offs are never a problem. You come part-time and want to switch days? Not a problem. Your holiday times get switched? I can accommodate.

If you present me with a reeking child and tell me “he pooped in the car!”, I’ll take him with a smile and deal with it. Because it happens.

If you do that twice in one week, I’ll take him with a smile and deal with it. Because it happens, sometimes twice in one week.

If you do that every morning for a month? I’ll start to get a little suspicious. I maybe might not smile so much after the first week or two. Because, yeah, it could happen, I guess, but…

If I look out the window one morning and see you in my driveway, changing your child on the hood of your car? I will cease to be suspicious.

I might even offer you a coffee to take to work with you, you poor soul, you.

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October 29, 2008 - Posted by | eeewww, parents, potty tales | ,

8 Comments »

  1. They’re taking the piss, aren’t they? I’m afraid that wouldn’t happen once with me, I’d explain politely that their children need to be left with me the way the parents hope to pick them up, and show them the changing mat.

    I’m sure it’s happened at a point or two over the years. As long as it’s an occasional thing, I opt not to make an issue of it. But the poor dad in this story? I think it was quite genuine. I suppose he could have adjusted his drop-off time, but since his work didn’t allow him to go later, coming a little earlier would only ensure I got stuck with it on my time, legitimately, as it were.

    Comment by Z | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  2. Sometimes the kids decide to change bowel schedules, which ends up putting everyone off. My kids used to be wonderfully synchronised, and I could time my morning routine so I’d never be stuck with the number twos. 🙂 Sadly, they’re not so predictable anymore.

    And BTW, the mental image of a beleaguered dad changing a nappy on the hood of a car still has me chuckling.

    Comment by Kat | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  3. Makes me smile too. I have been that parent (not that exact situation, but lots of preschool drop offs where Maeve immediately trots off to the restroom upon arrival). You can’t always time it…

    Comment by Bridgett | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  4. For a (thankfully short) period of time, Ally did that to me (or rather, her day care teachers). I got to where I’d just head straight to their changing table when I dropped her off. Most of the time I changed her (unless the teachers waived me off because they weren’t busy), but that’s easy to do in a center. I’m not sure how I’d handle it in a private home.

    Comment by ktjrdn | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  5. For a while the kids would poop JUST BEFORE we got in the car. I ALWAYS changed them before leaving (sometimes having to go back inside to do so as we were already in the car).

    But I gotta laugh at your situation because obviously the Dad felt he was walking on thin ice with you!

    Comment by Childsplayx2 | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  6. I know there are times that this has happened to me and I’ve gone in and changed her at the daycare…………but thankfully now we’re all toilet trained and I love these days!

    Comment by Anita Kaiser | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  7. We always used the trunk.

    Comment by daysgoby | October 29, 2008 | Reply

  8. Yup. Every morning I walk into my nanny job with the kids still in soaking, nasty diapers from the whole night…gross….

    Comment by Yaya | November 1, 2008 | Reply


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