I find it exhausting when I have to listen or witness other people and their mismanagement of their children and I can't say a word.
 When a person is so busy trying on clothes they can't be bothered to check, never mind comfort their baby screaming for 35 minutes in the stroller. (Turned out the poor thing had gotten its arm tangled in stupid mommy's purse and his little hand was turning blue. But the bitch was too busy trying on her clothes and texting pictures of the outfits to her friends to notice her child in distress. Meanwhile, sales associates were knocking on the fitting booth door to ask if everything was OK and she yelled at them for interrupting her phone conversation. (Sorry, she actually said, "I's busy conversating on my cell, biatch, leave me the hell alone already.)
Its exhausting to listen to idiots tell their kids to go play on the escalator and/or elevator. The kids are happily screaming as they run up and down and then they scream in pain as they fall and crash onto the floor or get clothes caught in the grid. Yeah, I swear I'm going to make the announcement that parents will have to pay for the clean up of the blood if they allow their kids to play on the escalator.
I get exhausted by the sound of necklace hooks falling off fixtures as little kids race around the jewelry department playing tag. Another announcement I plan to make on my last day. "There will be a $5 pick up fee for each item you or your child knocks down and then doesn't pick up." I'd make a fortune!
And I'd love to smack some sense into the idiot I had yesterday that bought a $65 (1 oz) bottle of perfume for their 3 yr old because little Rosa-Maria gets a rash when she puts on the child play perfume. What? What the hell does a 3 yr old need to wear perfume for? How about instead of buying her perfume at 10 PM, making sure the kid is properly fed and in bed by 10?
But the best had to be the woman today that I stopped from changing her 3 yr old son's diaper in the middle of the bedding department. She had him stretched out on a display and was starting to pull down his pants when I caught her. I informed her that we have a family bathroom with a changing table next to customer service. She couldn't change her son in the middle of the sales floor because of health department rules.
So right now, I'd say stupid parents exhaust me.
Ida