Crazy Town

It started just five minutes into my day at work. I had just entered the preschool one class and noticed a little girl standing by her cubbie. I went over to see what she was doing and found that her skirt was wet. I took her to the bathroom with spare pants and found that she was wearing a pull-up (I thought pull-ups were supposed to prevent this from happening). I figured that would be the only accident for the day. Just after morning snack, about an hour and a half later, it started back up. I was walking around wiping tables and helping some kids throw their trash away when a girl came and told me there was poop on the ground. I didn't want to believe this little girl cause I knew that if it was poop, I would have to clean it up. She pulled me over to the far side of the room and pointed to a few yellowish skid marks. It looked kinda like the oatmeal the kids had just eaten, but I couldn't help but notice that it was a little more of a yellow shade. The shade wasn't enough to convince me and just as I was about to tell the girl that it was oatmeal, when the most awful odor hit me like a truck. BAM! YUCK! (Ok, yeah that's poo.) The only problem was I had no idea how it got there or even who put it there! I scanned the room full of three year olds wondering how I was going to find the culprit. Then I spotted her... wet girl, in her once fresh and clean white pants. Yeah the one I had just changed not too long ago! She had yellowish spot on her rear (really what are up with these pull-ups?) I told the other teacher about the skid marks so she could clean them up, and quickly escorted wet girl to the bathroom. I will spare you the details of this most explosive diaper/pull-up like how it had found it's way all the way down to her ankle or how it's smell could make even a person who couldn't see or smell dry heave! That is not important, just know it was going to take me a while. Just after I had finished cleaning one leg I heard a lot of commotion and a "ewww" coming from the classroom. Followed by a "Karee, are you almost done in there?". I had no idea what had just happened, but I knew it couldn't be good. The other teacher came to the doorway looking frazzled and distraught. "Some kid just puked on the carpet!" And for a minute I was glad that I had been in the bathroom with a smelly pull-up because I know if I would have seen this accident I would have responded with the same thing and all of the kids would have seen the blueberry pancakes I had eaten for breakfast (I cannot stand seeing puke). A few, ok so like 20, wipes later, wet girl (that is what I will call her) along with her 15 other classmates were all lined up to go outside. Ok, now it won't be so crazy I thought...Wrong! The other teacher went inside to take care of puke boy while I was left outside with 15 little three year olds. Most of them are really good, a few like to tease a little, but one likes to climb trees, which is against the rules. Monkey boy sure knew how to pick his trees cause he chose the one that was around the side of the building. Meaning that I would have to leave 14 of his friends alone on the playground so that I could go save him from breaking an arm. I was a little hesitant on doing this though and wishing they would have gone over a similar situation in training so I could know what I should do. While I was there standing at the corner trying to coax him with words, a mom came out to drop off another kid. Great! When she left, I made a mad dash picked up monkey boy, who appeared to be stuck about two feet off the ground, and then back. Just as the other teacher came back. Did you really have to take 15 minutes? (don't worry I only thought that.) I made it out for lunch early, but not before another boy had an accident on another rug (two rugs gone in one day! That is impressive.) I made it back from lunch in time for nap time (noticing our numbers had basically doubled or it felt like they had) which wouldn't happen for another 45 mins because of bathroom breaks, lost blankies, laughing boys, and newly arriving kids. But all the running around, quieting, and back patting was all worth it when finally all but two kids were asleep. It was such a beautiful sight! I wish I could have taken a picture... there were cots and blankies EVERYWHERE! The tile floor was no where in sight.
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful or maybe it was just the fact that the morning had prepared us to expect anything and everything. I had never expected any of these things to happen so when they did I was unsure how to respond, so I just laughed. I hope I didn't make anyone mad (mostly the other teachers) by this response, but it was all I could do.