expressing my outrage

i have been cleaning our school for a couple of months now. juggling kids, my regular job, and chris' job. it hasn't been exactly easy, but i have tried to keep the attitude that it is a blessing. i have rarely deviated from that perspective.

tonight was deemed a night for deviation.

it is not as though anything was different from the norm - i simply got angry because of something that just isn't right.

so here i am, expressing my outrage.

there is a sandbox. it is roughly 5 feet square and 8 or 9 inches deep.
it is inside a classroom atop carpet. reread that last sentence, for therein lies my gripe.

i guess that preschool aged children view an indoor sandbox as a sort of anomaly because they are drawn to it on a level far above your average outdoor sandbox.

sand gets everywhere.

i think there is an invisible sign that says, 'party in the sandbox at 12:15.'

regardless, i am not one to squelch good, clean fun.

it's the fun that creates a dune 4 feet away from the sandbox to which i am opposed.

every day i sweep the sand into a dust pan and i throw it away.
yes, i throw each panful away - yet, in the dead of the summer, more sand appears.

sand. gets. everywhere.


i'm gonna level with you. there is no vacuum cleaner known to woman, no matter how much it sucks (and by "sucks" i mean the ordinary function of a vacuum cleaner) that can manage to extract sand from carpet. it is an exercise in futility.

my expression of outrage ends as i vow not to lose my christianity over this indoor sandbox.

i did, however, have to move the guy who invented pantyhose down a notch on my 'things i hate' list to make room for 'whoever thought it would be a cool idea to have an indoor sandbox at a preschool.'