Seersucker Social

    For those of you that don’t know, I moonlight as a 1-3-year-old teacher at a Christian daycare when not blogging.  As you can imagine, working with a large group of small children leads to some pretty interesting discoveries about the human race.  I’ve known some of my kids since they were six weeks old, and every day I have the opportunity to watch them grow and learn. That said, this line of work has many ups and downs.  Money for things like paychecks and supplies are hard to come by. Staff turnover and burnout are extremely high. I’ve been trying to think of a way to share the nitty, gritty behind the scenes view of the childcare industry with you.  I finally came to the conclusion to borrow from Christian imagery so let’s discuss the seven levels of daycare hell. Surrounded by Snotty Children Who Want to Love You     The first thing I tell people who want to put their children in childcare is to prepare because they will get sick.  Children and Teachers alike

Today, I would like to proclaim for all to hear that it has been exactly one month since I started this blog.  Wahoo!! I have to admit that's longer than I had initially thought this blog would last.  I’ve never considered myself much of a writer and my previous experiences with diaries and such did not overwhelm me with confidence.  Yet here we are.  This makes eleven total blog posts and 629 page views as of this posting with more to come.  To celebrate this odd anniversary, I thought it would be appropriate to give out some information about myself.  A little getting to know the blogger, you see.   Why did you decide to start a blog? I had been playing around with the idea of starting a blog off and on for a while but I wasn’t too serious about it.  I enjoy both sharing my opinions and arguing with friends but as I’m typically in the minority I thought it’d be fun to yell into the ether, I guess.  Then I went on a road trip with some friends and got bored on the long ca

Today, in the United States and in primarily Christian nations around the world, we celebrate a major Christian holiday: Easter Sunday.  According to the “good” book, on this prearranged day on the calendar, we celebrate the rise of Zombie Jesus three days after he was publicly crucified on a hill with other criminals by those damn, dirty Romans.  My information claims he did this so that the human race, hateful sinners that we are, could be saved from what his father, Capitol “G” god, would do to us if we weren’t.  That’s way more interesting than some silly fertility festival that we obviously borrow quite heavily from.  Although the Catholic church doesn’t openly support the practice, willing participants kick off Easter weekend on Good Friday by reenacting the gruesome details of the crucifixion in communities all over the world.    Here in the American Southeast, Good Friday is a bank holiday and plenty of businesses take the day off.  The good God Fearing folks have bee