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Today was my last day of work. For those of you who don't know, I am (or I guess as of now, was) a nanny. I took care of these three kids for two and a half days a week. Two of those days being ten hours, one of them being five hours. Two boys and a girl. Ages 12, 6, and 8, respectively. Part of me thought I'd be relieved to finally be done with work, but now that it's come to it, I'm the opposite really. I really loved those kids. They were great. Really well-behaved, really sweet, and a lot of fun to play with. Half the time it didn't even really feel like babysitting. It felt like I was just "hanging out" with them. Spending so much time with them allowed me to be a kid again, and it was great, if only for a little while. A lot of the times they were the only things that really kept me going throughout the summer. After the breakup I was so depressed and hardly able to function, but I knew I had to be there for those kids. They needed me. So every morning, I'd force myself to get up out of bed. Those kids helped me to have fun and distracted me from everything that was depressing me. I'm really gonna miss them.
I wish my parents would stop messing with the damn thermostat. When dad plays with it, it feels like Edinboro in here...when mom plays with it, it feels like Phoenix. Ugh.
*Still needs cat-ears hat*
I wish my parents would stop messing with the damn thermostat. When dad plays with it, it feels like Edinboro in here...when mom plays with it, it feels like Phoenix. Ugh.
*Still needs cat-ears hat*