The End (Or, The Beginning Of My Career, Depending On How One Looks At It)

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The End (Or, The Beginning Of My Career, Depending On How One Looks At It)

 Instead, I somehow ended up in my church's basement, where all the little kids went. I'm not even sure how that came about. Those months are so fuzzy now. I suppose the denial, gratuitous alcohol use, and nightmares have made everything during that period disappear. Either way, I ended up in the nursery, and found that kids didn't pity me. Babies didn't care one way or the other that my mom was dead, that I was a terrible person that wasted every minute I had with her, that I was putting on a very well done mask of normalcy. They just wanted me to read to them, to play with them, to change their horribly stinky diapers when they pooped in them.

In that, I found my salvation. Or, to be less dramatic, I at least found what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. As the months past, I grew to genuinely love my job. I loved working with kids, I loved the people I worked with (my boss especially, I have never had a more kind or all around amazing boss as Carla Jones), and I hated my nanny job.

I didn't enjoy watching that little boy. He was so incredibly repressed (no playing outside after school, no watching tv on weekdays, no playing games before bed; if he finished his school work he was to practice piano and maths until bedtime), and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. When they moved to New Orleans, I was actually pretty happy. But that left me with my bills still, and barely any money to pay them.

So I offered to babysit. I was good with kids, and there was a need for it. I slowly began to build a network of lovely families that actually paid me to play with their kids! How did THAT happen? Honestly, I still can barely believe it. Babysitting led to the best nanny job ever, and the realization that I could actually do this as a living. As it stands, I am starting night school soon in Early Childhood Education, and I have no plans to stop working in the nursery/babysitting/nannying while I go to school.

And now I've concluded my long tale of how this all happened. Now that you've gotten to know me a bit, this blog will be dedicated to my many adventures in babysitting. Including all of the hilarious little nuggets of conversation that can only come from a two year old, my misadventures (boy, do I have some horror stories!), craft ideas to try with your little ones, and pretty much anything else one can think of.

Love to you all!

Becky, babysitter extraordinaire.