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The kids' school is having a fundraising carnival tomorrow, and the parents have all been asked to work a shift. Rita and Henry are far too active and independent for one parent to manage at a carnival, especially the kind with rides, so I have been invited along. Matt will work their shift, and Nora and I will accompany the kids. I am ridiculously excited. They are both at an age where everything is wonderful and awesome, and they have never ridden kiddie rides before. I am excited also to meet their friends from school and watch them interact.
Afterwards I'm heading to the beach for more sand and water and cottage fun with them. I haven't been able to get the kids to transition to sleeping up in the loft with me. It would be ideal if I could have them upstairs when I was there, because then Nora and Matt would be able to sleep in a bit and I could walk the kids down to the water or to see the horses before breakfast. I tried last weekend with Reets; it was all fun and games and sleepover giggles until I tried to get serious about sleepy time, and then she statrted with the chin-wobbles and got weepy.
In less awesome news, work sucked today. Three times a week I nanny for three kids (four and-a-half, three, and sixteen months) and it is a nightmare. Their father takes total advantage of me and it's a good week if he remembers to pay me. He did not remember today. I didn't get paid for my other job with the big kid, either, even after being told to wait for exactly that purpose. I waited in my car for an hour and finally she called to say she was running behind and would be another half an hour. Fuck that shit. I'm moving back to Buffalo this fall, that's for damn sure. I try to stay positive about it, but I get really frustrated after dealing all day with ill-behaved children and their tantrums, so by the time payday rolls around, my ability to cope with not being paid isn't exactly the greatest. I don't get to throw a tantrum and kick and hit and scream. Maybe I should; seems to get the kids whatever they want with their parents. All day I've suppressed the urge to scream. The beach'll fix a lot of that tomorrow. A little bit of sun and some hugs from my babies and i'll be good as new.
And then it'll be monday again.
Afterwards I'm heading to the beach for more sand and water and cottage fun with them. I haven't been able to get the kids to transition to sleeping up in the loft with me. It would be ideal if I could have them upstairs when I was there, because then Nora and Matt would be able to sleep in a bit and I could walk the kids down to the water or to see the horses before breakfast. I tried last weekend with Reets; it was all fun and games and sleepover giggles until I tried to get serious about sleepy time, and then she statrted with the chin-wobbles and got weepy.
In less awesome news, work sucked today. Three times a week I nanny for three kids (four and-a-half, three, and sixteen months) and it is a nightmare. Their father takes total advantage of me and it's a good week if he remembers to pay me. He did not remember today. I didn't get paid for my other job with the big kid, either, even after being told to wait for exactly that purpose. I waited in my car for an hour and finally she called to say she was running behind and would be another half an hour. Fuck that shit. I'm moving back to Buffalo this fall, that's for damn sure. I try to stay positive about it, but I get really frustrated after dealing all day with ill-behaved children and their tantrums, so by the time payday rolls around, my ability to cope with not being paid isn't exactly the greatest. I don't get to throw a tantrum and kick and hit and scream. Maybe I should; seems to get the kids whatever they want with their parents. All day I've suppressed the urge to scream. The beach'll fix a lot of that tomorrow. A little bit of sun and some hugs from my babies and i'll be good as new.
And then it'll be monday again.