I love my job, LOVE it!  You know when you start working somewhere and it’s all pretty awesome from the start and then it slowly declines?  As you can plainly see from some of my previous blog posts, my career has had some serious WTF are you kidding me, someone please hand me a knife so I can stab myself in the eye moments!

Except life at the daycare, a place that I had never ever set foot in, let alone ventured in career wise until March of this year.  I got really, really lucky with this place for a number of reasons.  OK no I’m not rolling in the money and I am well aware that I could make plenty more somewhere else.  However getting up in the morning and not wanting to gouge your eye out with a plastic spoon is beyond priceless.

When I was younger I wanted children, then I got older and changed my mind.  It wasn’t so much that I despised the little’s per say, although some of them are so epically bratty that I wish I carried around duct tape with me so that I could just stick them a wall or a moving bus.  Best. Birth. Control. Ever.  I just found that I had no patience for them.  Even my niece and nephew whom I love more then life itself had on occasion tested my limits and killed all those baby wanting urges I had.  Those little’s are a lot of freaking work.  This became even more obvious to me when I started taking care of 80 of them.

Yes eighty.  80 little’s under the age of 5.

I love every single one of them!  I kind of feel like Michelle on 10, 15, what is she on 30 kids and counting now?  Mind you, I didn’t give birth to any single one of them.

Thank God…

Everyday I go into work I feel like a rock star.  I swear it’s because I feed them 3 times a day that I’m so popular.  That’s OK though because there’s nothing better then coming into work every single day and hearing 65 of them chanting your name (the littlest little’s in the nursery can’t fully talk yet) and getting tons and tons of sticky hugs and kisses, not to mention an insurmountable amount of love from each child that I encounter each and every single day.  Work lifts my spirits when i’m having a really shitty day.

Especially when I’m really missing him, like I am now.

There really is nothing better then getting a hug 600x’s a day from the one’s you just can’t help but love.  OK I’ll admit some I love more then others, like my little Elliot.  OMGWTFBBQ I am IN LOVE with this child!

This would be one of my many boyfriends!