Unfortunately, I'm really uneasy about the break. First of all, what the heck am I going to do? I don't really know how to function when I'm not taking care of other people for a living. Or when I'm not covered in spit up. When my hands won't constantly smell like a mixture of baby powder and graham crackers. When I'm not busy prying the tightest grip imaginable by little hands off of a chunk of my hair. When I'm not talking in a high pitched voice only to realize I'm talking to an adult, not a baby. Ok, well that last one actually happens consistently whether i'm nannying or not, all the other ones do happen during work hours only.
However, I will enjoy my break from:
-having to open the diaper pail, and then trying to not breath for like 2 minutes or otherwise dying from toxicity.
-waking up in the wee hours of the morning just to drop Pancho off at school.
- sitting down on the couch only to hear Zoey scream from her crib 2 seconds later
- Having to tote Diet Coke everywhere I go.
- pacifying two boys who always disagree.
- not hearing the earth shattering sounds of XBOX 360
- not having to listen to conversations about 'how totally freakin' awesome the graphics are on the new Gears of War' blah blah blah
- being asked consistently 'if you had to pick between your car and your phone, which would you pick?'; 'what's your favorite ornament on our tree?'; and 'what's the meanest thing you've ever done?'.... i mean really, who asks these kinds of questions?
- trying to figure out what's making Zoey scream at the top of her lungs.
- telling Zoey I don't believe her fake cry
- Looking up 'LazyTown' biographical information in my spare time... WHO DOES THIS??
- Watching Icelandic kids programs... oh wait.. I actually might miss that seeing as how I devote a majority of my spare time looking up biographical information concerning it.
- Having to sit in two different pick up lines 20 minutes apart and banging my head on the steering wheel.
-Being told that I work for a 12 year old, by that 12 year old.
Along with a list that doesn't even compare to this one of endless things that I will miss. Desperately.