Being a daycare director is officially for the birds. I’ve spent the entire day putting out fires, and plot twist: the kids aren't the arsonists.
It’s actually the staff. Between the extreme mood swings and the constant demands for the universe to revolve around them, managing the adults is the hardest part of the job. I wouldn't wish this career path on my worst enemy.
Years ago, this job was practically a breeze. You could actually find people to hire, the state regulations didn't constantly contradict each other, and the children were significantly better behaved. Today, parenting seems to have become a lost art. Most kids can't manage a single manner, let alone a full set of them, and it is painfully obvious that the Department of Human Services isn't in this for the children anymore.
At this point, retirement isn’t just a goal. It’s my light at the end of the tunnel.
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