“Mum, did you want to play barbie schools with me”
Kalyra’s eyes wide open with anticipation of my yes and the fun we are about to experience together playing pretend schools with a class of 12 barbie dolls.
I try not to outwardly groan.
“Well sweetie. Mummy has actually just gotten home from real school. I’m a little over being a teacher right now and need a break. Can we play something else.”
“No. I want to play barbie schools. It will be fun. C’mon just for five minutes.”
She drags me kicking and screaming on the inside into her room where she has barbie Cinderalla teacher ready to go. The students arrive one by one on flying swans, white horses, unicorns and by the hand of daddy Ken and miniature baby Mums.
I take in my deep breaths and get ready once again to lead talk times, story sessions, lunch and my favourite, nap.
“Okay I think it’s nap time now.” I say before the children are even settled in their seats to start the day.
“Muuumm. They haven’t had talking time yet.”
“But, I think they are tired. They really need their naps.”
“Not yet alright.”
I hate playing barbie schools. I also hate little pet shops, barbie swimming lessons and all those imaginery games Kalyra wants me to play with her. I have to give myself a good talking to every time and fight to control the rising guilt I feel at not wanting to play like this with my precious baby.
I’m so excited by the fact that baby number two is going to be a girl and will have Kalyra to play barbie schools with her instead, when she comes pulling at me as soon as I walk in the door from a day spent dealing with children, who don’t want to be at school, and don’t mind making the day an horrendous experience for anyone unfortunate enough to be in their vicinity.
I’m happy reading stories, playing puzzles, doing craft, playing games like concentration, singing songs, going to the movies together, going on walks, cuddling, dancing like no one is watching and the odd times hide and seek and going to the park.
I think maybe these sorts of things stimulate me more and my brain thinks I am doing something constructive and worthwhile. When I’m forced to play barbies or little pet shops, my mind gets so antsy and can’t stop thinkinig of the mountainous pile of taskst that I need to get done. I don’t have time to waste to play these games.
I often think how parents do it who have four or five kids. How the hell do they play all these kid games for soo many years?
So now I concentrate on making all the other activities loads of fun, which helps me get through the tortuous imaginary play games. I also try to make it as fun as I can by being the teacher I really wish I could be. When I am the barbie schools teacher, I get up and dance and make silly remarks to the students “Don’t you hurry back to school now you hear. How about you take a few days off?” which goes over Kalyra’s head but makes me feel like I am seeking revenge.
Actually it makes me realize just how bored some of my students must get and why they really do play up in class.
Do you hate playing games like this with your children? How do you deal with it?
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