Last Friday As The Goat Nanny
Who doesn’t love going to the park after wasting an hour of trying to figure out what to do?
Today was…well boring. Kinda. We rang out of things to do around 2, and after that point we were grasping at straws trying to find ways to keep entertained. I tried getting Goat 1 to read to me, that was a failure. We tried playing a game or two, that failed. And then we went outside. Which was cool. After about 15 minutes of being outside Goat 1 suggested we go to the park, because “we’re already dressed, why not?” So i popped upstairs, told my uncle (who had been home since lunch) and we set off. Goat 2 got to ride in the stroller, and i pushed her as goat 1 would run five feet ahead. It was a great walk. Peaceful, fun and full of exercise. When we finally got to the park there were some kids that Goat 1 knew, so i let him play with them and their grandma and Goat 2 and i hung out, i would help her up the handlebar ladder thingy and she would slide down this slide. It was fun. We stayed there for about an hour. I had fun, got a little bit of sun, not too much to get burnt, but enough to to get vitamin D or whatever vitamin it is.
Also, tonight I had some extra hours. Woohoo! More money! It was a great night, had pizza for the second night in a row (damn, I’m not even this privileged at home), watched the kids, did stuff a babysitter would do with kids. In other words: HAVE FUN. Which was cool, even though i did have to tap my inner child a lil bit there. Not a problem though. When it came time for the kids to go to bed, they were resentful. REALLY RESENTFUL. Okay, i lied a little bit. Goat 1 got up a whole lot of times (I know know what my aunt means when she says getting Goat one into bed is hell), but Goat 2, totally cool, I carried her up to her room and got her a sippy cup thingy of water for her. AND gave her MY stuffed dog when she couldn’t find her version of Goat 1’s “Ellie”. She was thrilled with that and snuggled under the covers with it. After the kids were totally cool, I checked in with my uncle and took a shower. And what else could i do? I could probably pop in House or watch a movie. Maybe read. But nah. Nor did i call anybody. Okay, I called Larry but that was to tell him and i quote myself “I win” because we were arguing over the time zones (he seems to think that just because I’m in Indiana, I’m an hour behind him in Connecticut.) But anyways. I actually managed to watch some TV. I watched like two hours worth of Paradise Hotel 2. One of my ABSOLUTE favorite reality shows. It’s like Big Brother, except there’s no HOH (Head of Household. [If you watch Big Brother you would know this]) and you have couples. It’s cool.
So this is my last Friday in The Haute. Damn. Time Flies. I swear it feels like just yesterday I was calling home to Dad or Sydney, maybe Mom saying “1 month and [twenty some-odd] days.” I must say, It’s been cool. We’ve definitely had the ups and the downs, but I’ve learned so much. It was definitely worth it to come out here.
I must pack… so much to stuff into the over sized duffel thingy. And scary thing is: when I was looking for a bag back home in Mom’s luggage bag type stuffs, this was the SMALLEST bag outta the whole set… but DAMN it’s huge, I can fit A LOT in it. Which is why I’ve started packing early because I packed A LOT and I don’t think Monday I’ll have the time or the patience to fold, pack and play Nanny to the kids. It’s going to be hell. But I’ll talk about what when we cross that bridge Monday.
