All in a days work.......

Restrained, sprayed, banged and sanged

(bad grammar, yes I know but oh so funny at 3am)

And this was our Thursday night it's amazing the things kids will do to get attention. I remember growing up and just wanting to have fun, know I was loved and survive to adulthood. Unlike the kids I work with.
Last night the kids were literly off the hook, I was called Satan's spawn, very cool. An officer was kicked a few times. A kid was pepper sprayed and then decided he would say sorry because he realized "damn that really did hurt." One kid thought he wouldn't get sprayed because the girl didn't get sprayed, 80lbs versus 210lbs, big difference. Another made threats that we were all going to be murdered should we ever enter her room. The F-word was used more then I ever thought possible. A kid tried to drink nasty deodorant only to find out that it would make her "poop" a lot because the second ingredient was Castor oil. Wow oh so funny. The 45 kids then proceeded to bang and sing in their rooms for hours because they were bored and mad.
So over all we restrained 2 kids 3 times, pepper spray was used 1 time, called poison control 1 time, called CFMG 3 times (they were no help), ended 1 mandatory program early, put the whole institution down 5 times, had to end 2 visit early 2 times and wrote 4 incident report to prove it all. Wow 2 kids can really throw a monkey wrench in a day.

Giggles and Imaginations

As I sit here at home with all my windows open after a really bad day, I listen to all the little kids playing outside. I live in an apartment and there are 3 boys and 1 girl who play outside my window daily, some days its house, others its super hero's or just riding bikes. Today however they are magical creatures maybe wizards and the soup that they live on is made from water and blackberries. They have wands made from sticks that destroy imaginary evil creature that the adult eye can not see. I guess as we have gotten older we lose our creative side. They run around yelling, shouting and telling each other to be careful, to watch out all the while laughing and giggling. They use torn grass as magic fairy dust maybe to save each other but some how this too invokes laughter. They have taught themselves that crushed up berries dyes cloth and cement making their own tribal designs. Oh the wonder of being young, free and full of life.....