Try working with 5-7 year olds
The third time that one shows you a wobbly tooth or whines about someone being in the wrong place in the lunch queue (when you are trying to update records that will go to the Headmaster) it can be wearing.
I sympathise with angry parents a bit more now.
I honestly wanted to slap a child today.
Only in the way I want to smack an adult who was rude to me, or who pushed in (ie fantasy retribution, rather than real-life) but it did make me understand what pressure parents are under.
Then again, I was sensible enough not to have any.
Shrieky, smacky parents who are quite happy to display their range in the supermarket, were not.
And working with them is immeasurably rewarding.
Even if few of the parents know who I am, as they never see me.
I know I make a difference in their lives.