So, basically my typical day at work is just one huge internal struggle between two opposing sides of an essential question.
Do I hate kids?
Somedays, I will recognize, honor and cherish that special childlike innocence that radiates from something so small as a child's smile. Where laughter fills the room and my heart and I am, in a simple, yet complete sense, very happy.
Other days, I will literally want to projectile vomit at these snot-nosed (literally. That expression has whole new meaning to me) brats that stomp in the room and cry and whine until their unfit parents give them some cheerios.
I am still conducting serious research on the subject of kid hatred, so I remain inconclusive.
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