Is it Friday yet?

So far it's been a shitty week. I get called into the office Monday with some of my fellow co-workers. Our boss tells us that Saturday night at a dinner she finds out indadvertantly we have been given a stay of execution for six months. The powers that be were going to shut down our center without letting anyone know. wtf?!

Apparently some of the money we recieve is from the hospital and since we aren't mandatory for children to get well it's the short end of the stick. The six months was given for her to redo the budget and see if we can at least break even. Starting next week parents are getting a 10 percent increase in their fees. This is on top of the 5 percent that was given over the summer. Alot of misinformation was given at the top, but luckily someone thought to tell Leanna my boss so she could let them know the facts. I th ink they believe that our center is expendable, but 90 percent of the kids there belong to the workers of the hospital. Workers that are not getting raises and may have to pull their kids out of care, workers that may not bother to keep a job they are paying to do. One wouldn't think 20 extra dollars a week would be alot, but 80 a month times however many kids you have and it's enough.

Everyone has been sort of in WTF mode. After finding out that news Monday my dear friend Gabe acts like an asshat ALL. DAY. LONG. I've never hated someone so much in my life and the kid is only freakin FIVE! He pushes everything to it's extreme limit. I've got to exude 199% percent patience so I 1. Don't kill him 2. Don't let him know he's getting to me or he does it even more. Seriously I'm tired of playing mind games with a freakin 5 year old. He's recently decided he doesn't want to nap. Fine, he doesn't have to nap. He does however have to stay quiet which he doesn't do. After 30 minutes of playing around I finally had his nose in the corner and my knees at his back so he couldn't turn around, kick, hit, bite, pinch, etc. He then tells me his mom is going to hit me in the face. I don't answer. Then he says he's going to poop his pants. Do what you need to I tell him. So the little fucker does it! Well the last laugh was on him because I still didn't let him up. Sadly I have to admit him crying gave me a bit of pleasure. Scary isn't it? This is how far to the freaking edge this kid has pushed my sanity. While he was wailing at the top of his lungs he woke all the other kids up about 40 minutes early. I could feel the blood rushing in my head I was so pissed.

After I let him get cleaned up he got to sit at a table until nap was over and until his mom picked him up. Which thankfully for him it was about 3 hours earlier than normal. Last night he was put on additional meds to control his outbursts, but my boss still had to sit with him at naptime. For every minute he chooses to do something wrong is a minute of timeout for him after nap. He sat for a good hour and a half. Kept whining to me he wanted to get up. I was able to pretty well ignore him until he said, "But I don't want to sit here anymore!". Oh really!?!?
You know what I don't want to do? I don't want to have to watch you all day hit, kick, pinch, bite, cuss, mouth, start fights, or intentionally do something I've asked you not to do. I also would like you to stay quiet at naptime so the other kids can sleep instead of scooting around your cot, making loud noises with your various body parts, and generally being a pain. When you can do that I said, THEN you won't have time out anymore. He started crying again. The fake wailing crying until he realizes no one was listening or cared. He's even got the other kids desensitized to his ridiculousness.

It ticks me off that I have to spend a majority of my day disciplining this boy when I could be spending that time doing fun things with the kids who aren't like him. I'm tired of feeling like I need to go on a freakin bender by the time his mom picks him up. I know she is doing the best she can do and he can't help it that he has this stuff, but COME ON!! A little cooperation goes a long way you know? I'm scared of the reactions this kid invokes in me and I hate it. I hate feeling this way toward a little kid.