Preschool days

Yesterday was my turn as the "parent volunteer" at Jocelyn's school. Basically, they call the school a "co-op" and one parent is assigned to help out the teacher on that day. With 14 kids in the class, and class 3 days a week, that breaks down to "working" about once every month and a half or so. Stephen went last time because it was the day before my sister's wedding, so this was my first time.

There's definitely a good reason I'm not a preschool teacher. You've got to really love kids to put up with that craziness day after day.

Anyhow, part of my job is to help clean up after the kids. So when her teacher took the kids out to the playground at the end of the day, I was in the classroom vacuuming and wiping down tables and all that fun stuff. Once all the kids were picked up, the teacher brings Jocelyn back to the classroom. This is the first chance I've had to talk with her teacher one-on-one.

And she totally gushes over Jocelyn. Feel free to read no further if you don't want to hear how "perfect" my daughter is...but since I don't keep a baby book (I know, I'm a horrible mother) and this is my blog, I feel justified to put it here so I've got some record of it.

She tells me how polite and well-mannered she is. She tells me what a good listener she is. She tells me how sweet she is. She proceeds to tell me how if she had "13 more Jocelyn's in class, then my class would be perfect!".

I know--gag me, right?

It's not the first time I've heard this before. Her preschool teacher last year thought she was wonderful too.

I'm so proud of her. Though I do wish some of that wonderful school behavior would happen at home too. I guess that's not really fair. Generally speaking she's very well behaved at home, but she definitely has her moments of yelling, stomping, door-slamming defiance. Oh well, I guess you can't be perfect all the time.