So, look at me – here I am sucking at blogging again. And really, I’ve been sucking at doing anything but working these days. I got to the glorious weekend last Friday, and I was down for the entire time – caught something from the kids. Slept all weekend, felt better but did very little that I wanted to do.
Wanted to reminisce a little about my time in DC. It’s been a while for actual musings and while I realize that not every one appreciates them, I feel like I need to do them for my own personal benefit. The glory days of constant blogging and commenting are over for me, but I do like keeping up with my bloggy buddies every once in a while. Even the ones that live literally 10 minutes from me and I’ve only seen once *cough, cough* Ihatesomuch.
ANYWAY, I haven’t updated on my blog lately so I haven’t updated the fact that I’ve changed jobs. Not fields, but locations. I used to nanny for a family in VA, but it was hard to commute and honestly, it wasn’t paying enough. Started searching and less than a month later, an awesome family landed right in my lap. They are in DC, so the commute is less stressful and the pay is right on point for what we currently need. Couple that with the fact that the family is great and I think we’ve got a recipe for success. It’s been hard adjusting to the nanny lifestyle as opposed to the teacher lifestyle, but I’m learning and I’m getting the hang of it (or I will one day).
The hardest part, so far, has been the long hours. It won’t stay like this but the kids haven’t started school yet, and the hours have been long. At least I’m not doing hard labor and we have fun. Some days have been harder than others, but that’s just what happens when you work with kids – especially when you’re getting to know them at first. And you’re with them for 11-12 hours of their day.
Being a nanny is tough at first, though, because you aren’t a parent and you aren’t a teacher figure, so the kids test you out at first to see where your boundaries are. I am pretty strict because I feel like kids thrive off of discipline and structure. But then, you have to be willing and flexible to bend a little on off-days and make room for long snuggles (totally off-limits for teachers these days) and extra TV time and some candy or sodas or late bedtimes and many other things.
It’s helping me see where parents come from when their kid comes in half asleep and can’t keep their heads up during the reading lesson. It’s helping me see why a kid is acting out at a certain time of day every day. It’s helping me forgive when a child acts rashly and says or does something that hurts beyond the flesh (though, balls to the head don’t feel so great).
But it’s also helping me see when I should and shouldn’t indulge and when I need to lay down the law. When zero tolerance is the way to go and when to institute martial law.
I did build up a wall when I was teaching. I built up a wall that meant that every year, I would get new students, and that was OK. It was OK that I would get kind of attached to my kids because the next year, I would have to do the same thing with the next group of awesome kids.
My wall is starting to come down a bit. It started last year with a precious little girl who is full of energy and love. It’s continuing this year with two boys who need someone to pitch better (UGH I’m awful at pitching) and lots of cuddle time and discussions.
It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve gotta say – it’s been good for me. And now that Matthew and I (and Peteykins) will very soon be more financially solvent, great things are on the horizon.
It really did stink having to nanny and office work, pet sit, walk dogs and stay overnights just to make ends meet. And then fail at that. It’s great to have one job and one responsibility and devote all of my time to making that better… instead of working 100 mph not doing such a great job at any of the 50 jobs I was trying to do all at once.
Anyway, God has been so good to us and we are excited for the many lovely things to come our way in the not so distant future. Until the next time I have free time during a nap. . .