Gestapo in the school

DaMom is sick today, she has the same stomach bug I had on Friday night. Not a pleasant topic. At any rate she's sleeping in and I'm taking the day off to handle DaKids.

I carry out DaMom's mumbled instructions and get both kids out the door by 8:45. (Getting them in the car is another story) Now I know DaGirl is supposed to be at school for 9:00 but I'm unsure of the time lienency they give. We're in the parking lot at 8:52.

Apparently this is too early.

DaGirl sees the teacher's aid getting out of her car and is overly excited to see her and is emphatically attempting to get her attention. She's shouting hello, banging on the window and generally making a rucus. We're a little slow to get out of the car (you know two kids in car seats) and when we cross the parking lot DaGirl is trying to chase down the aid...

...and we go to the wrong door.

I'm very rudely told of this fact by a teacher who is younger than I and she's backed up by an even younger teacher. They point across the cafeteria to the door I should be entering, which ironically is merely 40 ft away straight through the room. "you have to wait for them to open the door" one of them barks at us.

Lets paint the full picture here:
A dad carrying an 18 month old toddler, who doesn't want to walk but doesn't want to be carried either, is being dragged across a snow/salt/sand mess of a parking lot by a 3 year old hell bent on catching a teacher she adores. The teachers saw us walking up to the door and try close it in our faces but thought better of it when I looked at them with a crooked head and inquisitive face.

I'm obviously out of my element and these people offer no compassion at all. I guess what pisses me off is that when DaGirl turned three on Halloween and was eligible to start preschool the following Monday. No one offered DaMom any help either. Apparently 2 months into the school year no one is allowed to start fresh. The crappy paperwork the school hands out is all geared toward kindergarden and up. There is no mention that there is even a preschool in the joint and certainly nothing telling someone how they are supposed to get past the guards armed with nothing more than bad attitudes. I understand that the school policy is to lockdown the school during the day but come on, I'm trying to drop off my kid, nothing more.

I'm starting to remember why I never liked the teachers I had when I was in school, they had rules that made little sense in the big picture of life and offered no rational explanation of them. Explain the rules to me and why they exist and I will gladly follow. I have not nor will not follow any one/thing blindly.

Then when they do finally open the doors and I'm trying to escort DaGirl to her class room I'm reminded of why I hate school breaks. Floor polishing. While carrying DaBoy I step off the mat in front of the door and look like a comic book character trying to regain his footing and fall on my back. Great new year.

They really ought to post the entrances better.

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