I want to quit so bad!!! The problem with this profession is, and I won't mince words, it ****s. All I want is my home back, new furniture that isn't slobbered on and covered in boogers. Peace. Quiet. No whining, screaming, biting, fighting....did I mention screaming?? I've never been more depressed, dejected, frustrated, tired and feeling guilty for all the above feelings... The only thing that would make me feel more guilty, is not being here when my kids get home from school. I know people do it but I would feel like the biggest failure if my kids had to come home to empty house. :-( Actually, I already feel like a failure because I can't seem to hack this profession anymore. Where'd my patience go? I used to have what I thought was an endless supply!
Sorry for being a downer. I needed to vent.
Sorry for being a downer. I needed to vent.
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