So. For the past few weeks, on and off, I’ve been coming to Ottawa to take care of my cousins kids while she was at work, because she’s got a lot of shit going on in her live that isn’t my place to talk about.
If I come back in a week from Monday, I’m going to snap. I can’t do this. I love her kids, but I can’t come back. The youngest one behaves pretty well, usually, but when he doesn’t it’s all I can do to avoid shouting out of frustration. The middle child is the most problematic child I’ve ever had to work with, he can barely pay attention, vehemently denies any wrongdoing EVEN WHEN CAUGHT IN THE ACT, AND ON TOP OF THAT SEEMS TO THINK THAT BEING ASKED TO DO SOMETHING SIMPLE IS A GREAT REASON TO HAVE A FUCKING MELTDOWN. The eldest is the most helpful, at least most of the time, but she’s constantly trying to be the authority with me RIGHT THERE, and I just can’t handle this anymore.
I can’t handle this anymore. I’m not cut out for taking care of kids, let alone taking care of them for extended hours per day, in a strange city, and having to bus a total of three fucking hours to get them either to, or from, school.