NekrotikKannibal
I'm beginning to believe that I had to have been a masochist when I initially applied for the job. Most days, my kids are great. Then, there are those days where I swear it must be a full moon because all of my kids are going absolutely crazy. But, in the end, I wouldn't change it for all the money in the world. I love my kids.
Like those days when you have to stop what you are doing every 30 seconds to stop at least one kid from jumping on the lounge and breaking their necks? Then after you have told them a billion times to "Sit on your bottoms or you need to get off" you eventually decide to turn the lounge around so it faces the wall.... so they decide to climb over and flip over the back of it instead!
Oh the joys of childcare.... but for some reason I still think it is the best job ever!