To Be Young and Hormonal
Today, Day 4 of my Nanster job(a combination of nanny and sitter, created by the 13 year old to avoid embarrassment when asked who the gangly driver of his mother's Saturn SUV was) job- I came to several realizations.
1) I understand why animals sometimes resort to eating their young
2) I know why the Chinese of yore and Greeks in ancient times killed their unwanted daughters
3) I get why it's so hard to find middle school teachers
Long stories short- stories involving stranding certain c children at certain small town libraries at 10 in the morning on certain Saturdays in January, certain 11 year olds turning their cell phones off and not returning my calls, and stories involving doors slamming and phone calls to parents who may or may not be in Phoenix to complain about my incompetence- leave me feeling less than sympathetic.
I love kids. After having worked with them in one form or another for the last 6 summers, ranging in ages from 6-13, I feel as though I have a pretty good understanding of the little kid mind. The ins and outs of Sorry, the intimate details of a well crafted dodgeball campaign. But privileged 11 year old girls with cell phones and some sort of princess complex are beyond my control. Hang up on me? Wait til daddy gets home.
Shit, even in Johnston, where ipods clutter the coat racks like leaves in the fall, where heelys adorn every foot and fuzzy collared AF coats are common among the kindergarten elite, I have yet to see this kind of attitude.
I'll chalk it up to a poorly-adjusted phase- a hiccup in the development of an otherwise lovely human being. But damn, get over yourself.
I was saying silent prayers (yeah, i got desperate) that she would spend the night again, but no luck. Instead, she's rocking Harry Potter I downstairs, and the boys are bonding over Tom Brady while the little guy cleans up pancake residue with a Swiffer.
Since my incarceration:
6 hours of NFL playoffs
2 hours bowling
3 hours playing Sorry
7 hours mindlessly facebooking
1 hour thinking about doing homework
1 hour waiting in the cold for the dog to drag its ass across the concrete
- TMinus 2 days to freedom.
posted by Kevin @ 3:06 AM
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