Get your kid & get out!
When its time for you to leave, I’d appreciate it if you actually left. Why? Why do you insist on sitting in my face for an additional 25 minutes talking me to about dumb irrelevant shit?!? Do you really think I want to know about how nice it is outside, or how you spent your damn day off? GTFOH!!! In the words of Martin “You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here”… It’s not time to do your kid’s hair, change their clothes or relieve your damn bowels. GET OUT!
Forgive me, but I get to a point in the day when I running out of steam… (normally around 5:30, or so). The music starts sounding like chipmunk chatter, their voices start sounding like forks grinding on plates, and I’m really ready to go home.. IVE BEEN HERE SINCE 6:45AM!. Why can’t you get it through your skull that I am close to snapping point? Oh, yeah.. I still have to go home cook dinner, play wife, spend some one on one time with my own kids, and try to recharge so I can do it all over again… AAARRRGGHHHHH! I really don’t need you staring in my face waiting for an answer to your stupid question… now, I don’t mean to be rude, but please… get your kid and get to steppin’…
1 comment:
LOL.I reach breaking point(fatigue and irritating voices) with my OWN kids.That's when I realised that my desire to run a daycare would have to remain just that unless our finances took more of a nose-dive.Bless you for not punching anyone:)
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