“Charlie no! Artie- oh my gosh Mia stop trying to eat that!” I darted back and forth handling the children that made it their mission to constantly starting chaos. “Everyone stop it!” I yelled thrashing my arms, I seethed heavily my hair hanging in front of my eyes. The children looked up at me with wide pupils and instantly stopped moving. I straightened up and I almost apologized but shut my mouth, these were 4 year olds. Mia, the youngest had huge crocodile tears in her eyes, I had some pity but I had put up for their tantrums and chaotic motives for 9 hours non-stop. I groaned massaging my temples, working at the Mullere Estate daycare was not my first choice but I had none.