Get Busy

My mom was just sent an advertisement for a class for adults at a nearby school: How to write your own obituary. Ooh! Sign me up.

The morbid thing is that I would totally go for that. Not that class. But writing my own. If you care about the way you will be remembered, then why leave those memorable last words about you to someone else? They should hire me to advertise that class.

The kids were a hot mess today. Lots of fighting with and hitting each other. And lots of going over my head and getting their parents' approval for something that I said no to. A babysitter's worst nightmare is watching kids when the parents are still there. You are constantly being watched which is unsettling and your authority over the kids becomes minimal. I will be more pleased next time I watch the kids...I will be nannying and not babysitting because the parents won't be there to say yes to Nutella and putting together tents.

And I will be able to direct activities away from imaginary play (the 4 year-old ordering me to wake up and go to sleep and be eaten by a tiger, etc., etc) and to more interesting things like making play-do and frosting cookies and going to the Children's Museum.

I do have to remember, though, that the family really needs me and I am helping them out quite a lot now that their previous nanny quit unexpectedly during all the other chaos they are going through. Helping out is always a good thing. Plus I'm making bank.



Ooh! Chloe and I were talking about how Mitch used to randomly jet across the US to see her friends for brief periods of time when she lived with us. I think maybe I want to jet somewhere too. That would be excessive. But I can be excessive if I want to, right? Right.





"I love the get busy. It tones your abs, thighs and butt. Plus, you can do it in clubs!"
-We now have over 100 channels thanks to Direct TV...and we end up watching infomercials.