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Change of heart

Screw everything I said earlier.

I take it back. It's so bad, I even contemplated deleting the damn post.

I'm going over to the dark side again. The Moo side of things. It's a much better funner side and it doesn't involve wanting to bang heads together at 15 minute intervals.

What can I say, five days of looking after 40 screaming, loud kids from the ages of six to thirteen at a YMCA day camp is a pain in the you-know-what, not to mention exhausting, from 9 to 5 will do that to you.

Ensuring they're all fed, watered, occupied, enjoying themselves, taking part in everything and not pushing and pulling each other, makes you by the end of the day, want you to pull your hair out and either kill them or kill yourself.

I'm NEVER having kids. Never, never never...........

*Runs off screaming into the distance*

Comments

Moo said…
See? I told you the Moo side of things was the right side of things, albeit dark. :P Welcome back home. :D
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Moo: It feels good to be back. I'm never leaving again. *Sighs with contentment*
Revs said…
Just talk to me for 5 mins. You'll get the Chronic-broodynes from me :D
homecooked said…
LOL...I went through that phase when I was teaching Jr.KG! You'll get over it :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Rev: Broody-ness, I know a lot about that. But I'm glad your there too, this way I'm not the only freak.

@ Homecooked: I'm not sure if I want to get over it.

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