The Goat Nanny Diaries

This week has FLOWN by (okay the past TWO WEEKS have FLOWN BY). It’s now Thursday, in the middle of my third week here. Holy crap, three weeks already? What’s happened? Am I in a time warp of some sort? The days here do feel longer than at home, but they FLY.
Recap so far of what’s happened this week:

Monday: My brain was not ready for Monday. I don’t think my brain was even functioning that day. What’d we do? Read, play games, play more games… read some more until they were aloud to watch TV. Sounds about right. Oh forgot lunch time, there was that too… Monday night i thought for sure i’d be settling in and watching some House, after all, totally love the series and I DO have seasons 1-3 within reach, but I’ve discovered that I’m actually sort of sick of House. If that’s even possible. I popped in the third disc of season 3. And I had no luck getting through it. I got sick of it, took it out and put on some music to listen to while I read and wrote a little bit.

Tuesday: My brain still wasn’t in the right place. But I got by. It was pretty much a replay of Monday, except we read Detective LaRue, and had a lil more conflict than on Monday. Tuesday night was a repeat of Monday. You’d think i’d get through the the third disc. But no such luck. I was in no mood to follow House. I ended up falling asleep with the xbox on listening to Coldplay.

Yesterday: I finally managed to find my head and screwed it back on to my shoulders. It did not feel like a Wednesday, but it was nice. The kids got some free time while i made my bed, and when that was over and done with we played games and read for a lil bit. Also, it was discussed last night before dinner that if i do indeed make a return next year (I’m not quite sure if i will, I’m playing it by ear at the moment), my other Aunt who lives in Atlanta wants me to come down and watch her boys for a week. This includes getting flown down to Atlanta (her expense) and doing the Nanny thing down there. That’s something to think about. Also, last night, i put in disc three for the THIRD time. Did i get through it? Nope. I took it out and put in some music to listen to, AND managed to get my foot stuck on the headboard of the bed. Kinda sucked. Okay, it didn’t kinda suck. It SUCKED.

Today: PMSy kids possible? I woke up this morning with a really bad headache (like the type i get only when it feels like it’s going to rain), and the children were already squabbling downstairs over poptarts. This was a lil before 9ish. And so i dragged myself, still 2/3 asleep and hardly functioning to get them both to a calm state of being. Which was easily resolved by telling Goat 2 that she had better eat the poptart her brother so nicely got for her and that, no she was not allowed to have a second poptart until the first was finished. By the time lunch rolled around, i swear my headache had grown into a migrane. Still hadn’t unloaded the dishwasher yet, so i did that after i appeased Goat 2 with her lunch (a PB&J sandwich with banana, she was THRILLED at the thought of having banana on her sandwich) And then, they decided to argue after lunch, this happening because i left the music on (XM 70 [Real Jazz]) and Goat 1 wanted to take a nap downstairs, but Goat 2 wanted to play with foam blocks with him, how did I handle this? I ended up letting Goat 1 lay in the chair and Goat 2 got to hang out with me for a lil bit until Goat 1 decided that he’d rather not take a nap. When 3:30 rolled around they both settled in for their cartoons. Goat 1 watching them downstairs, Goat 2 in the office. Both very happy, letting me get a lil bit of peace.

And all this stuff that’s happened this week is in addition to me calling home EVERY NIGHT bitching and moaning to my parents how I miss them and my sisters terribly. and I’m forgetting what food like pizza and steaks are because I haven’t sunk my teeth into either in a while now. My dad tells me to suck it up n deal because and I quote him “just think, next year you’ll be walking around in Europe saying ‘haha! I survived and got paid’.” It keeps me sane to have contact with them and people my age. My dad told me that the next time he had a steak he’d think about me, thanks Dad.. love you too. But he’s right.

1 month & 6 days. (Could’ve sworn the last time I said it i was saying “one month and twenty some-odd days… look at that. Time flies)