Piddle Party of Two

So, this summer I am working at the Evansville Children's Museum downtown. Don't get my wrong, compared to my past jobs, this job is a piece of cake. It's inside, I get to play with kids, and really do not much else. Some days are harder than others, and today was one of THOSE days.

It started off with me stationed in Upper Quack, which is a room with a large duck-shaped jungle gym and a slide attached to it. There's also some ball launchers and various other ball activities. But the big thing is the slide and the duck. Well, I don't think I've said "Don't climb UP the slide" more times in my life than I had today. I even made one girl cry--tough shit, don't crawl up the slide. One nine month old was trying to climb up it, and of course her mother was treating CMoe like a daycare and wasn't watching her kid, so I had to pull her down THREE TIMES. I should have just let her kid get knocked in the face by a bigger kid flying down the slide.

Then down in Wet Deck, which is the water room, I was constantly yelling at kids to not climb on that, don't stand on that, blah blah blah. And, yet again, Keri Daycare was in session so I had to pull a little boy (approx 9 months) from the water dam river. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? His mom didn't even notice that he almost drowned. Then I had to keep yelling at these punk boys to quit throwing balls down from the third floor. And to top off that day, a little boy went up on the orange hump (where he's not suppose to climb anyways) and peed. Amen.

I do love kids, honestly I do, but days like this make me want to raise my child correctly and not leave them to the hands of someone else whenever I deem that I need a break. Kids nowadays are rude and misbehavers. Good thing it's only a summer job because I don't think I could take saving kids' lives while their parents text on their cell phones forever.

Moral of this day: Children's Museums are not daycares. (But if you want to drop me an extra $20 when you walk in my gallery, I may change my mind.)

Cheers!