I didn't pass out, but it's the effort that counts, right?
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
A kid handed me a regurgitated cracker (IN SEGMENTS) while his friend asked repeatedly for milk that she can't drink next to two of their friends fighting over one doll even though three perfectly fine dolls laid at their feet. So I decided to do the logical thing and blow bubbles until I passed out.
Posted by diana at 11:37 AM
Monday, May 26, 2014
After working in a daycare setting for almost ten years, I've decided to start a blog to document all the meaningful, absurd, and at times hilarious moments myself and my coworkers encounter everyday: from being told our opinions are invalid by parents who have spent approximately .001% of their time with their mess of a new human, to going in too close and too fast for a diaper sniff and coming up with diarrhea on our nose. We have many, many stories to occupy this space. For every morning we're handed a baby who hasn't been changed since the Nixon administration, and every fisticuffs over the shiny lego, we get to add them to our repitoire of relentless crap we get to deal with. Now you get to hear about it! Welcome to our charmed life.