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For the last 6 months I have been ready to cash in my chips. I have been looking for months and so far I have only one potential lead that may pan out. I am really crossing my fingers works out.
I feel like you either are replacing families non stop or having to pick your battles and let them walk all over you and there just isn't any in-between. If you stick to your guns moms and dads treat you like crap until you decide to term. I have never in my life felt so disrespected after how much of my life I give to this job. 55-60 hours of working hours a week and it's never enough.
I just can't do it anymore. I can't take the lack of respect. I want my house back. I want more freedom and less hours. I want to feel like I have a life again out side of my house. I want my kids to have their toys in one piece. I want to take the gates down. I want to get rid of all the crap my own kids don't use anymore.
I had a drop-in last summer and it was actually a friend of mine. I watched her son for 2 days because her sitter's little nephew died... and the last day when my friend picked her son up she had the nerve to tell me how bad it really ****ed that her sitter stuck her without a babysitter. "I know her nephew died but now all these parents had to find care for however many days".
I have never and will never watch her children again. I am so sick of how we are expected to sacrifice our lives and slit our wrists for these people and their children (sometimes little monsters they created) and be at their beckon call. They think they pay so much but they have no idea how much CRAP we put up from them.
My grandmother... I had a bond with her that was very special. She lived next door to me. I moved into the house next door to her home where I spent most of my life. She came here every single week and watched these kids with me at least a couple of days a week. She knew these people. She talked to them. She was here weekly when they were picked up so that I could get my child from school or run an errand, ect. She snuggled with them and played with them often in front of their parents.
I got a call last October from my uncle. She had called him to take her to the hospital while I was working one day. She never called me. She passed away unexpectedly as soon as she walked in the ER exam room and I never got to say goodbye to her. NOT ONE of these parents came to the funeral or showing. Not one did anything other than inquire on what days they "didn't have to pay for". As badly as they could see how hard that loss had been for me, I could not believe how cold and uncaring they were.
It really got me thinking... gosh after everything I do for them, all the love I have given these kids... the hours I spent with them making and painting salt dough ornament gifts with their kids for them at all the Christmases and other holidays (which they didn't really even seem grateful for) if I died they probably still wouldn't even come to my funeral.
It just saddens and baffles me how devalued we are. It's like we are robots.
I feel like you either are replacing families non stop or having to pick your battles and let them walk all over you and there just isn't any in-between. If you stick to your guns moms and dads treat you like crap until you decide to term. I have never in my life felt so disrespected after how much of my life I give to this job. 55-60 hours of working hours a week and it's never enough.
I just can't do it anymore. I can't take the lack of respect. I want my house back. I want more freedom and less hours. I want to feel like I have a life again out side of my house. I want my kids to have their toys in one piece. I want to take the gates down. I want to get rid of all the crap my own kids don't use anymore.
I had a drop-in last summer and it was actually a friend of mine. I watched her son for 2 days because her sitter's little nephew died... and the last day when my friend picked her son up she had the nerve to tell me how bad it really ****ed that her sitter stuck her without a babysitter. "I know her nephew died but now all these parents had to find care for however many days".
I have never and will never watch her children again. I am so sick of how we are expected to sacrifice our lives and slit our wrists for these people and their children (sometimes little monsters they created) and be at their beckon call. They think they pay so much but they have no idea how much CRAP we put up from them.
My grandmother... I had a bond with her that was very special. She lived next door to me. I moved into the house next door to her home where I spent most of my life. She came here every single week and watched these kids with me at least a couple of days a week. She knew these people. She talked to them. She was here weekly when they were picked up so that I could get my child from school or run an errand, ect. She snuggled with them and played with them often in front of their parents.
I got a call last October from my uncle. She had called him to take her to the hospital while I was working one day. She never called me. She passed away unexpectedly as soon as she walked in the ER exam room and I never got to say goodbye to her. NOT ONE of these parents came to the funeral or showing. Not one did anything other than inquire on what days they "didn't have to pay for". As badly as they could see how hard that loss had been for me, I could not believe how cold and uncaring they were.
It really got me thinking... gosh after everything I do for them, all the love I have given these kids... the hours I spent with them making and painting salt dough ornament gifts with their kids for them at all the Christmases and other holidays (which they didn't really even seem grateful for) if I died they probably still wouldn't even come to my funeral.
It just saddens and baffles me how devalued we are. It's like we are robots.
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