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My summer has been very…uneventful, but somehow stressful. I’m taking a bio class and working as a nanny. I don’t have time to read or study for my class…being a nanny….is not so easy. The two year old is potty training and the 5 month old is teething. It makes me not want to have children.
Last weekend, I reached a breaking point. I worked 50 hours out of the 72 hours that exist in a weekend. Saturday night when I got home, I found out that our washing machine had broken, and I could not do my laundry. Also, my grandpa was really sick, and no one could stay with him over night, so I did the over night duty and got no sleep.
Sunday, after everything, I went to Lee’s for a cigar and a beer. It was actually one of the best nights that we have had together in a long time. We just talked. But it was real conversation material, things that matter. I miss real conversations with him, somewhere we lost track of what made us friends and now we are reconnecting. I feel like I can trust him again and be honest. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.
A few lessons from my summer:
Lesson #1: When dissecting an eyeball at 8am, be careful. They are juicy little things.
Lesson #2: Have your own opinions and don’t always side with everyone. No one likes a push over.
Lesson #3: Be very attentive when potty training a 2 year old boy.
Lesson #4: If you move home, be cautious of what your parents may find. Always have a back up plan and be prepared with the truth or an excuse…what ever would work best in the situation.
Lesson #5: Keep in touch with your friends.
Last weekend, I reached a breaking point. I worked 50 hours out of the 72 hours that exist in a weekend. Saturday night when I got home, I found out that our washing machine had broken, and I could not do my laundry. Also, my grandpa was really sick, and no one could stay with him over night, so I did the over night duty and got no sleep.
Sunday, after everything, I went to Lee’s for a cigar and a beer. It was actually one of the best nights that we have had together in a long time. We just talked. But it was real conversation material, things that matter. I miss real conversations with him, somewhere we lost track of what made us friends and now we are reconnecting. I feel like I can trust him again and be honest. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.
A few lessons from my summer:
Lesson #1: When dissecting an eyeball at 8am, be careful. They are juicy little things.
Lesson #2: Have your own opinions and don’t always side with everyone. No one likes a push over.
Lesson #3: Be very attentive when potty training a 2 year old boy.
Lesson #4: If you move home, be cautious of what your parents may find. Always have a back up plan and be prepared with the truth or an excuse…what ever would work best in the situation.
Lesson #5: Keep in touch with your friends.