Thursday, January 26, 2012

It must be bad.....second blog of the day.

And the Matilda bubble was burst within about 60secs of walking in........with the words:
"You need to see this email."

Psychotic parent number 1 strikes again! And this time I essentially get called rude (not in so many words but in a round about way and I would just like to state for the record, that I may be rude behind your back - you neurotic man or woman - but I would never be rude in the classroom! Never!)

Talk about breakin' my balls!

So of course I'm instantly pissed off and then it continues all day. More emails, more threats, more ball breaking.

Is it not enough that your child is settled, happy and healthy??? That is so much more than some people can even hope for. So why does the fact that for 2 days we have moved their tea time to 4.30 from 4.00 suddenly become the end of the world. I'd love them to actually witness an apocalypse.

Oh My God! If the biggest issue in the world today was the lateness of tea time I'd be freakin' relieved. But I think starving people, homeless people, victims of abuse, victims of bereavement and to be honest, breaking my fingernail pretty much trump that!

I really don't get paid enough for putting up with this crap, but what they don't comprehend is that it really effects me because I love my kids and everything I do is for them. And I care about my job and doing a good job while I'm there, other wise what the hell is the point in it all? So when I'm basically being told that they're gonna take a child out of my care because of a change in routine that had nothing to do with me, I just wanna scream!

I feel guilty about everything, even if it has nothing to do with me. But now I'm being named in league with management I just feel crappy and my mind goes into crazy over thinking mode. My lunch break today, basically consisted of me coming up with 4 different strategies for how we adapt the afternoon session. It's freakin' crazy and no amount of Matilda thinking could remove the heavy feeling in my gut, that guilty feeling that I always get when people make complaints.

I just don't know how much more I can take. (Melodramatic I know, but also pretty true.)

I actually resigned on a post it note today. Shame no one took it seriously.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow that post-it note will take on a more formal look..........

Ah well, now it's time to squash down all the anger with some good food and a film  - man that could leave me with some BAD indigestion......

Good night. Have a good one.

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