So far, I've had a typo on almost every word I've written in this blog. Just a random fact I thought I'd share.
The point of this blog is not to show you how random and spastic my brain is, although that is true too, but to tell of how life has been and give you a day in the life of a nanny. Here goes nothing:
I woke up at 5:40 this morning and drove through the Wisconsin tundra, while listening to a book on tape (A Tale of Two Cities. I'm about 8 chapters in and still don't know what the book is about). I arrived at the house of my employer, sat on the couch and pounded out some school for an hour and a half and then woke up Jack, got him ready for school, and off we went. After dropping him off at school, I stopped at McDonald's and got myself the only man-made sustainer of life: Diet Coke. I arrived home at about 9, did school, practiced piano and my guitar, named Clarence. Oh, and I did a little Ab Ripper X (just gettin' the beach body ready. Oooh, yeah). I actually finished all my school work today, which is a lot to be said of a Monday. I left for my piano/guitar lesson at 1:45, arrived early, for once, and actually got to go to the bathroom before my lesson (a serious accomplishment). After playing my competition pieces a few hundred times, I left for my 2nd nannying job of the day. I got to their house on time and was on the go most of the night, feeding kids, picking kids up, driving to the wrong school to pick said kids up (totally not my fault), and finally giving the little kiddo a bath. Then I came home . . . to an empty house :( My whole family does a Bible study at our church on Monday nights. Fooey. But that brings us to now. I hope to have some good babysitting stories ahead. I'm hoping to kinda reconstruct my blog into "A Day in the Life" as I said early. Future posts won't be this detailed i.e I won't tell when I did and didn't go to the bathroom as I did earlier. But I seriously love my job. Where else can you seriously ask, "Did you just pee in your pants?" or hear things like, "Rianne, can you go clean up the dog puke?" or watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 15 times in one week . . . when you only work 3 days a week? God has truly blessed me with awesome families who are willing to let me hang out with their amazing kids . . . and not so amazing dogs.
In Christ,
Rianne





