Merry 2007!
Or as merry as it can get, when after typing out a painfully long journal entry, Internet Explorer decides that the Backspace key means "Go back a page". I am now typing out the entire entry again. *slams head on table*
Ah, omens of a prosperous year. *laughs*
As last night was my Second Annual Babysitting on New Year's Eve, I felt pretty prepared for a rather simple evening, though it turned out to be more of a workout than I had imagined.
The children didn't seem to register that it was New Year's Eve, but, as their sleeping pattern is royally screwed up from the time-off-from-school, the little buggers didn't settle down until about one o'clock in the morning. Instead of just playing with their DSes all night in their bedrooms, which I as well as the parents would have tolerated, both of the boys would just stroll into the other's bedroom and show them their New Outfit for Tamagotchi-chan or whatever cool thing that they encountered. *sighs* Finally, the littlest one padded into the basement so quietly that I just about had a heart attack, and told me that he felt like going to sleep. My mental reply to that was, "What the hell? I sent you to bed hours ago. With your DS. Which your dear mother told me to do! It was not an opportunity to play, you silly child." *laughs* It quieted down considerably after the littlest went to bed, though.
I love playing with the kids at normal hours of the day, but when it gets past nine-thirty, I do not want to play... though unfortunately, that is exactly what they feel like doing most at about that time of night. Aaagh.
I ended up getting fifty dollars, though. *boogies* It was a bit of a surprise, considering I only worked seven hours, which is about thirty-five dollars pay. The mom said that I deserve a bit of a tip on New Year's Eve, to which Inner!Tracy replied, "I have no life. I am actually quite glad to be working tonight, as it saves me from the boredom of staying at home. Thank you for the monies, though, I love you."
I slept until 11:30 this morning, only to learn that Naomi had called me about three hours previously. I promptly called her back, only to learn the slightly depressing news that she is moving back to the reserve. Apparently, they had received the "It's time to leave" early in the morning.
I can't say I didn't see this coming, although it does not lessen the suck of the situation at all. Naomi has told me nothing good about the place that they are returning to, and I've heard from her that the schooling over there is crap. I really hope that something good comes out of this for Naomi and her immediate fam, though I have some doubts. What a way for those guys to start the year.
I can still go see her, as she is only moving to the Wetaskiwin area, though our visits will be even sparser than the visiting-intervals of three weeks that came of her last move to Edmonton.
All in all, it's been a strange and melancholy start to the year. I have the feeling that it is going to get better, though I can't say how soon that will be.