Unregistered 08:03 PM 02-12-2020
I just started in October and I already want out. I’m not sure how all of you do this, but I have even more respect for you all now. It’s not the kids. It’s the parents. The hours suck, too. By the time I’m done and clean up, cook, and put my child to bed it’s time to sleep and do it all over again.
Today a parent said their child “barely gets like that at home” as if I was the reason her child was super fussy. Forget that she came in telling me her child is super fussy and had Tylenol in her bag and is teething.
I pointed that out and she backtracked to saying sometimes her daughter got so upset that she got chocked crying so hard. (5 months old) Well I have never seen that here, I told her. But feel free to come get her if you’re concerned.
She wasn’t concerned enough to tell me the dosage for Tylenol thought I asked all day. Said she couldn’t remember and never managed to get with doctors office. I won’t give it without the parent telling me on writing the dosage and then me double checking it, just in case.
The poor thing was miserable all day. Had a hemorrhoid but they forgot her cream AGAIN. I said come get her. Her phone just happens to die right then and isn’t miraculously back on until right before pick up.
Then she complains about a pic I sent of her child’s red face from where she’d been upset. (Wasn’t the point of the pic, just an after effect of crying.)
She also paid late the last two weeks in a row. Before that I had to curtail insane messaging amounts through the day.
There are no other childcare places here. We all have waiting listsx I don’t want to cost someone their job but I don’t want to lose my sanity either. I open fifteen minutes early for this woman who is never actually here then. She’s always running late. Fifteen minutes in the morning can equal it or cold (or no) coffee in the morning.
I’m so exhausted. I’m tired of parents being entitled. I have two amazing parents and I’d love to drop everyone else.
My husband could use the help though and I don’t want to let him or the family down. I don’t want to seem like a quitter or failure. I have just never been paid so little for such hard work and long hours.
I get lip service appreciation but blatant disrespect that lets me know it’s just that- lip service. Don’t tell me you respect me and what o do and not pay me on time.
Plus, I’m a jerk. I don’t set out to be, but I don’t mind being one either if it’s needed. I am biting my tongue in half more often than my woth these adults. I adore the kids.
If I term this mom, she will lose her job and I don’t think I can live with that. I don’t know if I can live with not terming her either.
I flat out addressed it when she came in saying it was weird that she felt bad today because she wasn’t at all like this yesterday. I said are you implying that I’m not doing my job when you make those comments because that’s how it’s coming across! Oh no, she claimed. She’s tell me if she thought that. Bull. You’d make more passive aggressive comments and backtrack when called out. She did complain about the pic and how t upset her, but as I took a deep breath to let it all out she said it
was her own fault for not bringing her medicine and having Tylenol without knowing her dosage. (This 5 month old weighs a few pounds less than my two year old so I wouldn’t even want to guess. Having it k writing from mom is just a liability thing for me.)
I did tell her that in the future, if she’s fussy and I’m not gonna have what I need to help her - she needs to stay home. Period.
I know I’m rambling. Im just exhausted and so sick of it. I’m thinking of giving her like a months notice or something, though the idea of that makes me want to cry. This mom is always forgetting this kids cream or whatever. Twice last week alone she showed up in the same outfit she’s left in the day before. I was crying mad the second morning. The excuse being they don’t wanna dry her skin out for a bath every day.
Her ears are always so dirty after she’s been home a few days without me. Behind her ears and under her neck always need a good scrub when she comes back to me. I just stay upset about it. Today she said she couldn’t focus on work because of the picture and worrying. Yet she didn’t worry enough to get the dosage from doc or pick her up early. I’m gonna end up snapping.
How do you all stay sane? After work and family there is no time for balance.