Kid watch V. Freelancing
Nothing to make me appreciate this 7 day-a-week job like sitting a three-year-old for 7 hours. Eesh. I hate to say it, but I think I needed that.
I might be severely underpaid with no health insuance and a raging bitch for a boss, but I'm glad I don't have Bev's job. OMFG. Mike allowed me a couple of 15-minute breaks to check e-mail and take calls.
Three diapers later -That kid is half brita filter, I swear- I dodged the brown bomb, though even just the wet ones made my eyes water, one tantrum cut short by three minutes of solitary confinement and a promise of more 'room time' when she looked like she was gonna turn on the air raid siren again.
Oh, WTF?! Diapers? Which side goes in the front?! Add to this confusing package they're Winnie the Pooh & tigger diapers, I'm thinking pooh must go in the back. Of course this was not the case judging by the picture on the package.
That wasn't the part that made me want to embrace my tiny business, it was the constant demands for attention and things, interpreting those demands, refusing most of them as whims, and keeping in constant line-of-sight to insure the folks didn't come home to a broken kid -or house.
Don't get the wrong idea, M' is a fairly normal, affectionate, mostly good kid who went to sleep after two pieces of candy, I still don't know how my Mom got ANYTHING done when I was M's age, jeebus.
People contemplating parenthood: You're FUCKING INSANE.
Back to work: YAY WORK! I Like work!
I might be severely underpaid with no health insuance and a raging bitch for a boss, but I'm glad I don't have Bev's job. OMFG. Mike allowed me a couple of 15-minute breaks to check e-mail and take calls.
Three diapers later -That kid is half brita filter, I swear- I dodged the brown bomb, though even just the wet ones made my eyes water, one tantrum cut short by three minutes of solitary confinement and a promise of more 'room time' when she looked like she was gonna turn on the air raid siren again.
Oh, WTF?! Diapers? Which side goes in the front?! Add to this confusing package they're Winnie the Pooh & tigger diapers, I'm thinking pooh must go in the back. Of course this was not the case judging by the picture on the package.
That wasn't the part that made me want to embrace my tiny business, it was the constant demands for attention and things, interpreting those demands, refusing most of them as whims, and keeping in constant line-of-sight to insure the folks didn't come home to a broken kid -or house.
Don't get the wrong idea, M' is a fairly normal, affectionate, mostly good kid who went to sleep after two pieces of candy, I still don't know how my Mom got ANYTHING done when I was M's age, jeebus.
People contemplating parenthood: You're FUCKING INSANE.
Back to work: YAY WORK! I Like work!