Oh goodness. The cleaning lady of the kids I nanny, Don or Dawn or however you spell it, is a chatty cathy to say the absolute least. Oh my. Honestly, if I say a single word she not only will continue to tell me the entire historical history of that word but also every single personal connection she has to the word. So thoroughly kind hearted in every way but also the most annoying. Well, what can ya do? I'd take her over a mean woman any day! Other than that it has been unusually smooth sailing with the kiddos!

Well...Today was just about the most stressful day of my entire life. Isn't it good to be a nanny? Ummmm...Im gonna go with no. Well, not always no. Sometimes the answer to that simple question is yes. sometimes even a hard yes! But that, dear reader who doesn't exist, is a rare occurrence. Today...Not only did I have to take the kids to the trampoline park, but I had to jump with them. I used to find the activity more than fun. Exhilarating even. However, when the people behind the counter know you by name and you are there nearly every day of the week, your perceptions certainly begin to change. Sweaty rabies infected children all around. Yep. Chasing me. Or throwing balls at my face. Ugh. What can ya do? Anyways. Im off to bed.

"Wait...What?' Yep. That is the normal reaction I got when the average person discovered that I was a male nanny. Sometimes I felt the same way, in all honesty! I mean, how should I feel about it. Looking back at the entirety of the three years I had the job, I don't understand how I felt any other way about it! Ugh...those kids. I can't begin to explain the crap I have been through. Sure I may be overacting but hey, I am an expressive person, What can ya do? For the sake of avoiding unecessary defamation of any parties involved. Ill call them Jane and John. Jane, a 13 year old girl. John, an 11 year old boy.....where the honest F do I begin? Maybe today I should just leave it at that.