The Life of a Baby-Sitter

Being a baby-sitter is not easy. It is the trial before becoming a mom, I can guaratee I am one of the best baby-sitters in town, but I am not ready to be a mother.
When my alarm clock goes off at 5:45 am so I can go baby-sit at 6:45 am, my soul hurts, oh it does. The thought of dirty diapers and sleepy kids make me just want to go right back into my bed, but the stories, oh the stories I have to tell...
Right in the morning hearing a 7 year old yell out of the bathroom for you, it's not the most joyful sound.
"TEHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR"
"wHAT???? Just move it we have to go to school!!!!!"
"Tehuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr"
"Whattttttttttttttttt??????"
" Come hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
(Tehur goes, mumbling under her breath of how she will be late to work and scared, oh so scared of what she will find)
And scared should she be...
In the bathroom is a 7 year old holding on to a soaked in poop and pee and water toilet paper roll...
"It fell in the toilet, can you throw it out??? Here take it."
What else could I do... Held it with two fingers and with my grossed out face threw it away.
What else could I do...I laughed under my breath, inside I was wanting to burst into a wild laughter, never did I imagine that holding on to a soeaked in poopy roll of paper would be the outcome of my mornings after working in a company all executive like, dealing with men and clients, now I have my tiny costumers with real needs and wild imaginations. All they ever want is for me to play, build car tracks and make plane sounds. To sit on the floor and read stories on a rainy day.
And that executive world, with the men in their impecable suits and freaky ties, seem a million worlds away. The yelling clients and the stress are like a dream I once had and the high heels and manicured nails are just old pictures.
All it matters now is that I can finger paint and kiss a boo boo better and maybe if the rain won't go away a big mug of hot cocoa.
And that my friends is all that matters to me on my daily basis.
Eevn though I am not ready to be a mom, I would never trade my dirty diapers and car tracks back for that world of adulthood, from that I want distance.
I rather draw rainbows, thank you very much!

Madness

I haven't written on my blog for quite a while and although a lot of very nice things have happenned so have a lot of weird and sad things.
I haven't really been able to vent and work has been crazy and great at the same time. Even though I could not go back to my teaching job, that closed door has opened others like babysitting jobs that not only have helped my budget, but also grown that bug in me for teaching.
You will like to know that I have not moved out of my apartment, I have managed to stay there and I could not think of any better place to be at the moment than at my home.
Like everything in life in the realm of relationships, not only romantic, but in general, life has not been easy on me.
I don't think any year has been quite like 2009, not only did I live my great adventure with going to Africa, started my blog which I love, moved out, moved in, been dating and dumped and got dumped, but it was also the year of growth in me.
I did not see it while I was down in the dump crying my eyes out, nope, neither did I see it when I was laughing and smiling and loving and being loved, nope! I saw it when I sat alone contemplating the fact that I felt like nothing really significant had really happened, and then it hit me.
The tears, the laughter, the sadness, the happiness, it changed me.
I love and hate that! It makes me happy it changed me and it makes me sad that with it I lost so much more of that innocence that in some way or other I held on so dearly to.
I just turned 23 and I feel there is so much yet to learn, but if it will be anywhere near 2009 I rather not:P\If it were ever that easy!!!!