Post-term a mom brought her son in and dropped him off without looking at us or speaking directly to us.
Thank goodness she's gone.
How did you guys handle that situation? Did she have to come pick him back up? She had to have had some guts to bring her child there after being termed!
A mom I LOVE outside of this business always had rotten drop-offs. Her child was here for 2 years and he played her. Drop-offs were totally fine with Dad. I went through a lot but the worst one that comes to mind was him throwing a tantrum and saying he didn't want to be here as we are transitioning to walk to the park. He says he wants her to come with and is throwing a doozy of a fit. She says she will drive alongside us to give him one last hug at the park. And...she did....for 15 minutes of walking to the park she drove pretty much alongside my group of 10 children and myself to the park, gave him a hug, and left.
There are so many instances with that family that come to mind I cannot believe I didn't lose my sanity. For awhile, she wanted me to take him away but then give him back a couple of times to hug him so I quit that and would tell him to come along and if he didn't I would just walk away and let her deal with the tantrum for 20 minutes. He was here from ages 3-5....
You can't do that.....we need the whole story! I'm making coffee and expecting to hear the rest!
Sorry...
Child had some MAJOR aggressive/violent tendencies and was frequently removed from the classroom and basically put in a "safe" room until he could calm down. He would throw desks/chairs etc and the teachers and staff could not always get him under control or to calm down.
When that happens, the school calls the parent to retrieve their child. Since this was becoming sort of a regular occurrence, I am guessing mom didn't want to be reached...kwim?
So the school called the next available contact person (which was me) and asked that I take him. I had an extensive background/history with this family.
Child refused to let principal bring him here (I am 3 blocks away from school) so they called the police. There was no other option other than some sort of juvenile facility I suppose. Anyways, when the police showed up the child was half dressed (he would strip himself naked when in the "safe" room) and was a blubbering mess. The policemen (two of them) tried ot get him out of the car and he refused. Both policemen looked like they were afraid FOR me
I was used to dealing with/managing this child's behaviors and simply walked over to the car door and said "A, you WILL stop this nonsense right now. You will put your shoe on and get out of the car NOW!"
Child complied. The police double checked that I would be okay with him and I was so they left. Mom came for pick up at regular time. (Claims her phone battery died ) and that was pretty much that.
A few days later, the child ended up going for a visit with non-custodial dad (in another state) and did not return. Dad eventually gained full custody.
This was all about 5+ years ago. I no longer provide services to SA'ers. Even if I have a history with the family.
Originally posted by taylorw1210
Oh my! I'm really surprised the school thought that was appropriate..
They were only following protocol in this particular case.
How did you guys handle that situation? Did she have to come pick him back up? She had to have had some guts to bring her child there after being termed!
She was in her one-month's notice, this was the day after we sent her the term letter. She hadn't responded to the letter yet, either. We just watched him like a regular day and laughed about how immature she is
Mines a little different but by far my worst drop off experience.
Dcg 4 had been with me about a month. Mom and dad were going away for a few days to celebrate their anniversary and had a great aunt staying with the kids. Monday morning she brings in dcg says hello and leaves. (The way my house sits you can only see my driveway if your upstairs looking out my bathroom window) We start our day and maybe 5-7 minutes later my husband, who luckily was off that day and upstairs working on the computer, comes flying down the steps and yelling for me to call 911. He runs outside, I grab the phone to call and look out the door to the driveway. This women had somehow ran herself over with her Suburban! The front tire of the drivers side was sitting on top of her leg. She's yelling " get it off " so my husband had to get in this strange vehicle and move it just enough to get it off of her leg without hurting her any further. I'm at the doorway on the phone with 911 trying to explain the situation to them and keep the kids from knowing what was going on. By the time the paramedics got here she was up sitting in a chair drinking a glass of water. She let them examine her but refused to go to the hospital she said she was a nurse and knows that she is fine. She got in her Suburban and drove herself home! She took care of the kids for the rest of the week and didn't tell the parents until they came home because she didn't want to ruin their vacation. We found out later that there was some major swelling in her leg and it had to be drained. She sent my husband a card thanking him for the way he took care of her. She still can't explain how it happened she thinks she left it in neutral but she's not sure. She's fine now and dcm says two years later and she still talks about what a great person my husband is.
My worst was probably when a child came covered in vomit, and Dad tried to say she spit up in the car. The kid was over 2. THEN she puked on Dad and my floor. I just pointed to the door and handed dad a few paper towels.
I had one of those too...and it also involved the police
:: Wow ::
I may as well tell mine, though it will pale by comparison, no doubt
This was decades ago (love saying that; it makes me feel positively ancient) before car seat laws.
Family had a station wagon of some sort, with a hidden tire compartment under the rear section. Kids called it "the way-in-back". The parents apparently sometimes let their four-year-old ride in the way-in-back. Yes, UNDER THE FLOOR of the back compartment
I never knew this until one day I went out to their car at pick-up time and the little girl was about to get in there for the ride home. I was
And then they gave her a hard candy to have for the ride home And there was no way I could keep my mouth shut. Can you imagine? What if they stopped suddenly and she inhaled and choked? They wouldn't even know
One dcg 2.5yrs had the ability get so worked up that she would make herself vomit. One particularly rough morning while I was knelt down comforting her, she went there.....all down the front of my shirt.
Another time a dcb 2yrs comes in and while I'm taking off his coat he projectile vomits, and stupid me tries to catch it. Then dcm actually tries to tell me that he was just fine, he must be car sick.
A family of 3 girls, 3.5yrs, 2yrs & 1yr. come in the front door beating the tar out of each other, and continue once they get in the door. Rolling around on the floor, screaming, crying, hitting, pulling hair. All over who is going to play with a certain toy here first, and dcm just stands there looking at me shrugging
Same sibling family.....baby was dropped off in her car seat one morning covered in diarrhea that had blown not only down her legs, but up her back so bad it was in on the back of her neck and in her hair.
My worst drop-off was when I was a special ed teacher, not a daycare provider! The second year this child was in my class, I got a call from the dad a half hour after school started on the second day of school. Dad didn't speak good English. He was crying on the phone telling me his son had refused to get on the bus and when he tried to force him in the car to take him to school, the son slammed the door on the dad's hand and he thought it was broken! I told him that it sounded like the boy wasnt ready to come to school and it was ok for him to stay home and that the dad should go to the Er. Dad just said Ok and hung up. A half hour later, I get a call from the principal to help with a "situation". I arrive at the front entrance of the school with the dad and the principal literally SITTING on the child to restrain him. I yelled at them to get off him. As soon as they got off the kid bolted out the front door towards a very busy street. I started chasing after him because he had severe emotional and cognitive impairments and I was worried for his safety. I was 8 months pregnant! It must have been a sight. I finally got him back to the school and after all that, the principal made him stay at school in my class! The defiance went on all day with this child... Stripping, spitting, punching me, threatening to kill my baby... Never got permission to send him home. This was only one of the reasons I decided to quit teaching!
My worst drop-off was when I was a special ed teacher, not a daycare provider! The second year this child was in my class, I got a call from the dad a half hour after school started on the second day of school. Dad didn't speak good English. He was crying on the phone telling me his son had refused to get on the bus and when he tried to force him in the car to take him to school, the son slammed the door on the dad's hand and he thought it was broken! I told him that it sounded like the boy wasnt ready to come to school and it was ok for him to stay home and that the dad should go to the Er. Dad just said Ok and hung up. A half hour later, I get a call from the principal to help with a "situation". I arrive at the front entrance of the school with the dad and the principal literally SITTING on the child to restrain him. I yelled at them to get off him. As soon as they got off the kid bolted out the front door towards a very busy street. I started chasing after him because he had severe emotional and cognitive impairments and I was worried for his safety. I was 8 months pregnant! It must have been a sight. I finally got him back to the school and after all that, the principal made him stay at school in my class! The defiance went on all day with this child... Stripping, spitting, punching me, threatening to kill my baby... Never got permission to send him home. This was only one of the reasons I decided to quit teaching!
WOW! Blackcat, start a worst pickup thread because I have to hear that story.
Mine was my worst drop off, yet I am sure most men would disagree.
years ago when I was starting out I used to allow drop in services.
I had a family with very young parents, paid me great, super sweet kid.
The dcm one day comes in around 8am wearing an all white skin tight dress that was so short you could see her bottom hanging out. OH it gets better..
she has on ZERO undergarments on. YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING!! THis mom had a rockin little body, BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE IT NOR DID THE REST OF MY PARENTS, ok well some. She was also wearing these very long black leather boots up to her thigh that one might wonder if she was working in "ADULT PLAYGROUND". She had never dressed like this before and I had no clue to even ask why she was dressed like that.
I had several parents dropping off and the DCDs were just, well really happy that day. The DCMS not so much.
Oh and the kicker was my neighbor (very hot single man..) comes over and asks WOW who was that and what does she do??
After realizing that everyone saw I didn't want people to start making assumptions of what kind of business I was running, so that was their last day.
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