send out the reserves.
I am outnumbered. They're ganging up on me. It's almost worse than normal. I really don't feel like I have control over anything. My ten year old cousin is telling me to confront my nine year old cousin and apologize for being bossy. What is this world coming to?! I go from being peoples best friends to their worst enemy, and it switches back and forth every five minutes. Why do people think they can just leave me with eighty little kids whenever they want without paying me. And no, giving me a roof over my head does not count any longer. They won't even let me run away when I try to say it really isn't worth it. One day one of them will be seriously injured, and I won't notice just because I've grown numb to the constant screaming and crying. I'm not complaining, I promise. I'm laughing actually, because it's really all just so funny to me now. I think I have seriously lost my mind. I really do love them all so much. Ha, and I'm trying to get a job at a daycare.