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Ah, Screamer and Screamer Jr. The fond memories.......
I had Screamer and her little brother Screamer Jr. for 12 weeks 6 years ago. Screamer was as her name implies a screamer. 2.5 years old and screamed bloody murder for 12 weeks straight. Her phrases of choice were my name 4 billion times in a row at a banshee decibel, "I want to take a nap!" over and over and over while in her bed and "I don't wanna throw a tantrum!" over and over while throwing a tantrum. She didn't eat, nap, play or do much of anything other than scream for 12 weeks. She was screaming because she wanted a juice sippie to walk around with (no sippies or juice here), to eat at the coffee table with shows on and to watch tv all.the.time. She would stop dead if any of those things happened.
Screamer Jr was a 5 month old ball of baby who arrived his first day with pureed spaghetti and roast beef dinner to eat. Unless he was eating, he was screaming. He could barely roll back to front and couldn't sit up. He barely napped (wanted a bottle in his mouth the whole time) and unless I was wearing him and bouncing he never stopped screaming.
I termed after I swear I really started to lose my gripe on reality. I was not myself at all. Mom was no help at all during the whole time. She wanted the older to have no naps (wouldn't sleep at night) and she was "fine" with cartoons all day (no tv in the daycare space). When I termed she said I caused her children psychological damage and shorted my last pay. Then tried the whole "you stole my kid's old bottle and sunhat so I'm going to report you" deal which she dropped after I replied asking for the payment she shorted me.
Last year, my ex saw Screamer and Screamer Jr. throwing massive tantrums in a parking lot while their mother tried to wrestle them into the car. They would have been 6 and 8 at the time. One of them was laying on the ground blocking the roadway. My ex giggled as he described it, he is 6'3" and not a giggler. I could hear them screaming in the background. Sweet, sweet revenge for me. :
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I had Screamer and her little brother Screamer Jr. for 12 weeks 6 years ago. Screamer was as her name implies a screamer. 2.5 years old and screamed bloody murder for 12 weeks straight. Her phrases of choice were my name 4 billion times in a row at a banshee decibel, "I want to take a nap!" over and over and over while in her bed and "I don't wanna throw a tantrum!" over and over while throwing a tantrum. She didn't eat, nap, play or do much of anything other than scream for 12 weeks. She was screaming because she wanted a juice sippie to walk around with (no sippies or juice here), to eat at the coffee table with shows on and to watch tv all.the.time. She would stop dead if any of those things happened.
Screamer Jr was a 5 month old ball of baby who arrived his first day with pureed spaghetti and roast beef dinner to eat. Unless he was eating, he was screaming. He could barely roll back to front and couldn't sit up. He barely napped (wanted a bottle in his mouth the whole time) and unless I was wearing him and bouncing he never stopped screaming.
I termed after I swear I really started to lose my gripe on reality. I was not myself at all. Mom was no help at all during the whole time. She wanted the older to have no naps (wouldn't sleep at night) and she was "fine" with cartoons all day (no tv in the daycare space). When I termed she said I caused her children psychological damage and shorted my last pay. Then tried the whole "you stole my kid's old bottle and sunhat so I'm going to report you" deal which she dropped after I replied asking for the payment she shorted me.
Last year, my ex saw Screamer and Screamer Jr. throwing massive tantrums in a parking lot while their mother tried to wrestle them into the car. They would have been 6 and 8 at the time. One of them was laying on the ground blocking the roadway. My ex giggled as he described it, he is 6'3" and not a giggler. I could hear them screaming in the background. Sweet, sweet revenge for me. :
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Not going to go through it again. Most of you already know it......
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