I love these kids, I really do, but I'm alone with too many of them and paid like it doesn't matter. By pickup time I'm running on fumes, and tomorrow it starts all over again. The love is real, and so is the way this job is slowly wearing me flat.
More people experience this than they realize.
You love the children, but the burnout and lack of respect are grinding you down.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.