...for my son to finish carving a pumpkin, let me quickly jot down a couple of things I've been meaning to share this week. On Tuesday, I had to cut the nails of two of my boys. Twin Boy was one of them. He had the longest, most disgusting nails going on, and he had started using them to hurt the other babies. He actually took a big gouge out of his sister's nose on Monday, and I told both of them to tell their mother that Twin Boy couldn't come back the next day if his nails weren't cut. Well, how shocking that he came back on Tuesday with his claws intact. So, I cut them!! It was nauseating, as they were caked with dirt and who the hell knows what else he dug out of his nose and ears (ok, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth!).
The other boy, A.B., just got glasses this week, so I'll be referring to him as Glasses from now on. This is the second time I've had to freakin' cut Glasses' nails!! WTF?! The first time I did it, it was because he took a chunk out of his own finger with his long nails. This time, I just couldn't stand to look at them another second. There was enough dirt under them to plant a vegetable patch! Ick! I asked him why he didn't ask his mom to cut them (like I told him to last week!) and he said that his mom didn't have any nail clippers. I was tempted to send some home, and I still may do so. Better yet, maybe I'll just hand them to her at report card pick-up day. If she shows up, that is.
Glasses also showed up Monday with a HUGE lip. It was unreal. I asked him what happened, and at first he said he didn't know. So I asked him again, and he said, "Somebody busted me in my mouth." Well, no shit, Sherlock! I asked him who, but he said he didn't know. Huh? I asked a couple more times, almost expecting/hoping he'd say it was one of his parents (I was already imagining the field day I would have with the DCF worker, spilling the beans about the long, dirty nails, the dirty face, hands, clothes, etc. But, then I came back to reality...) and he just kept saying he didn't know who. I had every intention of taking a picture of his lip, just in case I needed it later, but I didn't have my damn camera with me. Shoot! Now, don't get me wrong, I don't for one minute wish child abuse upon him, but if that's what is happening, I would surely want to step in and protect him. I'm going to be keeping a very close eye on Glasses....
I got yet another student yesterday. At least it's a girl, so my unbalanced class is just a tad bit closer to being balanced (9 girls, 14 boys) Yeah, right! So far, she seems like a sweetheart. The poor thing has been putting up with me butchering her name for two days. Needless to say, she has one of those very "creative" invented names, and I can't for the life of me remember it!!
OK, Sonny Boy is finished, and we're off to his old school for the Halloween Dance. I'll finish up when I get home!
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3 comments:
These poor kids. The parents can't take the time for simple grooming and cleanliness. yuck.
Good for you, looking for child abuse signs is a good thing.
If he is not giving an answer, then that says a lot.
keep an eye on him.
Take care,
Suz
what did the moms say about you cutting their nails? did they mind? personally, i don't think i could do it. yuck.
you have a big heart.
:-)
Clippy, I was thinking the same thing when I cut Glasses' nails the first time. I figured I'd be hearing from his mom the next day, maybe even just for her to say "Thanks." Well, no such luck. Ok, maybe Glasses never mentioned to his mom that I cut his nails, although I find that hard to believe. But what's even harder to believe is that his mother doesn't even pay enough attention to her own child to even notice that someone cut his nails. Come on, give me a freakin' break!! That's just sad. The highlight of my day when my son was that age was bathtime. I don't think this woman ever bathes this poor child! He usually has a delightful amount of dried up snot on his upper lip, as well. Ugh!
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