Today ****s. This whole week ****s. I don't usually hate integrating new kids, but this one takes the cake...and on a week when I really need to be getting things done. I have no patience, I'm still battling morning sickness at 17 weeks pregnant, I can't stand the high pitched cry this girl has, she has no clue what "your cup/food" vs. "someone else's cup/food" means, I'm getting close to just letting her wander around with her freaking sippy cup just so maybe she'll shut up for awhile. The other kids (two today--2.5 yo dcb and 3 yo DD) are being mostly well-behaved.
I feel like no matter what I do I'm falling further behind, I feel like a terrible daycare provider because I can't even get it together to get a simple stupid craft finished for them. My house is a disaster. I need a vacation and am never going to get one. I need a clean, tidy space to relax in and it's not likely that I'll get that either. Every time I turn around something else needs fixed, cleaned, organized. Every time I turn around this dcg is into something else that no one else has ever bothered and she eats more crap off the floor than anyone else (even my DD, who was queen of that but had outgrown it by 14 months...). Every time I try to take fifteen minutes ( or even five) to get the kitchen a bit more cleaned up, some sort of he77 breaks loose.
I just need encouragement, I guess. Nice words. People who aren't annoyed with me, asking me for things, needing to touch me and be in my space.
I feel like no matter what I do I'm falling further behind, I feel like a terrible daycare provider because I can't even get it together to get a simple stupid craft finished for them. My house is a disaster. I need a vacation and am never going to get one. I need a clean, tidy space to relax in and it's not likely that I'll get that either. Every time I turn around something else needs fixed, cleaned, organized. Every time I turn around this dcg is into something else that no one else has ever bothered and she eats more crap off the floor than anyone else (even my DD, who was queen of that but had outgrown it by 14 months...). Every time I try to take fifteen minutes ( or even five) to get the kitchen a bit more cleaned up, some sort of he77 breaks loose.
I just need encouragement, I guess. Nice words. People who aren't annoyed with me, asking me for things, needing to touch me and be in my space.
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