A post about what Monday was like for me will make an appearance next week as it is a special type of out-of-the-ordinary thingy. (So be waiting in excited suspense for that!)
Tuesday I started working as a nanny for a family with three kids under the age of 4. I just watch the three year old (Luke) and almost two year old (Sadie). Right now it's just from 8:00am to 2:00pm, four days a week. The other day of the week I watch a baby (Kate) at our house and other babysitting jobs fill in more time.
Logically you could probably conclude at this point that I am known to be good with kids, enjoy being with them, and am high in demand. The secret to my success is probably that 1) I was trained by very skilled parents, and 2) I do love kids, and 3) I always clean up as much of the house as I can whether it was tidy when I arrived or not.
While I was at work Dad pulled his drawing board out into the living room and half watched tv, 100% worked hard. When I got home, he sent me to the library. When I got home again, he sent me to Staples. When I got home for the fourth time I went ahead and just asked what my next assignment was. This time I got to stay home.
Mom and the others pulled in at 8:15pm that night just as I was finishing the last bites of my leftover cheesecake. (No, I just can't eat those slices in one sitting.)
Mom exercised a lot of self control by not walking in the door, making a break for her bedroom, and
Wednesday I left everyone at home sleeping and went to work. Dad later took the rest of the kids to go swimming and gave Mom the day to herself.