Today I started my third job. Okay, well technically I started learning about my new job. I'm picking up 4 kids from their respective schools twice a week and getting them ready for soccer/gymnastics/helping them do their homework. Tonight I went over and sort of re-met the kids. I'd met them over a year ago, but they had obviously forgotten who I was over that time. The parents introduced me to the kids, the house, the routine, everything. After that, they left to give me some time with the kids so that they would be more comfortable around me. The only problem was, they'd been playing all day long and were already tired by the time I got there. Now, really, it wasn't a huge issue. I gave them ice cream, we watched some TV, played some Wii, played Pretty Pretty Princess, and I put them all to bed. One of the girls even fell asleep on the bath mat in the bathroom while I was with the rest of the kids.
I think the best moments were when I had finished putting them all to bed, when I killed a cockroach, and when I got to win the Princess game. I feel like a badass, not gonna lie. I literally put all 4 kids to bed, and they didn't complain. Again, I have to give mad props to the play time they had earlier that wore them out, but still. I did it. I was surprised by how well I handled it all and I think I could maybe handle it for the job. I just hope the twin boys get along better down the road. And I've got to start having more kid-appropriate music in the car. The Book of Mormon soundtrack might not be the best...
Anyways, the point of the post is to talk about families. I've gotten through childhood with my family and I've loved it. I've also always loved seeing how different families relate to one another. Some are really close with their parents, some can't share anything. Some love their moms more, others love their dad. It's great to see the connection and how parents can handle kids and vice versa. I'll keep you all posted on how this job goes.
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