Typical Thursday

Woke up at 5:20a.m. .... told Walter to hit snooze and slept in later than I should have til 5:30a.m.
Got out of bed (after much convincing), promised myself I'm going to start going to bed earlier for the thousandth time, and went downstairs.
Bathroom break. Teeth brush. Deodorant. Change pajamas.
Grab a Coke from the kitchen, along with my purse, keys, cell, planner, and a book.
Kissed Walter goodbye, and wished him a great day at work.
Got into car, back out of driveway and silently cursed at the clock on my dash.
Drove to work. Arrived 5 minutes late at 5:50a.m.
Knocked on the door of the Broadbent's and Jamie let me in. I said my "good mornings" to Jamie and Kristi and searched around the room for little Jesse. All the while hearing the low down on how Jesse's been feeling.
Jesse's still sick. Thought he would be able to go to school today, but now he's not. Dad's going to stay home today. I stay and help for a bit.
Get back in my car. Stomach growls. I'm thinking McDonald's breakfast. I look at the clock. 6:15a.m. I can get McDonald's and be home before Walter leaves for work.
"One hot cakes and sausage meal and two sausage mcmuffins, with a large orange juice, please"
Six dollars and same change spent.
Eat the surprise breakfast with my soon-t0-be hubby while watching The Nanny Diaries on/off.
It's 7:00a.m. and Walter has to leave. He hugs and kisses me bye a few times, but I still feel that low and painful pang when he leaves. I wonder when that will fade? I demand for three more "forehead kisses" before he leaves like a child. He smiles. Three forehead kisses are planted. An extra hug too.
I'm alone now. With the housewife tragedy... A big ol' empty house, packed with things to do.
I give myself another twenty minutes and watch the movie to a good part.
Pause.
"What to do first? Well obviously I have to facebook and blog, and then I'll start on the dishes. After dishes, it will be easier to clean off the kitchen countertops and such. I'll have to remember to grab the dishes from last night's meal in front of the TV with friends. I hate when I do the dishes and find more lying around! After that I should mop/sweep..."
I decide to call my best girl friend to see how things are going with her today. Wanted to see if she was free to go and pick up my dress.
She's busy too. What's a housewife to do. We make loose plans, and get off the phone.
Smoke break.
Take out Belle. Feed her and give her water. Check on Nooma.
Start piling up laundry to do today. Check my planner.
Call my mom and discuss wedding nonsense for awhile. Hang up. Get a call from the director at the Hilton. The chair covers we wanted are in. Great! Hang up. Get a call from our DJ wanting to meet with us next Saturday to discuss song list and to finish paperwork. We still owe him half a payment. Okay okay. Hang up. Begin to sweep in dining room.
Phone rings. Chat with Walter about bills that are needed to be paid today. 5 bills today, 1 tomorrow. Ameren, American Electronics, Ashley Furniture, Verizon, Express, and DirecTV.
$313.00 spent.
Smoke break.
Bring Belle inside.
Stomach starts to growl again. I think about the diet I'm supposed to be on, but then the stress and the laziness of today set in. I'm craving pizza baaad. Almost two weeks without a pizza sneak up on me (I know this sounds crazy, but bear with me...). I decide to order the pizza. "Walter can eat the leftovers for dinner because I probably won't be here tonight." Good excuse, Jenny! Then I remember how I have to go to my dress fitting tonight at 7. Bad idea. Then I think, "Well, in an hour or two I have to go over to my mom's to clean her house (a way of paying off my $700 debt to her), and if I have to cook then that will give me less time to clean my house. So, I should order the pizza, thus giving more time to clean my own home." Yay! Fat and Lazy Jenny wins again!
I order the pizza. "papajohns.com... no no no. Imo's! imos.com... damn banking site! I forget that every time! imospizza.com... see menu. call Imos (saved in my phone... a true fat-kid tell-all) delivery.large, sausage, green peppers. cash."
"Now, time to get cleaning!"
11:00a.m.
"I have to leave for my mom's at about noon, so maybe I'll just throw a load in before I go and do dishes tonight... I'll have more dishes to do anyways when my pizza gets here, so I should just wait. Let's see... what should I do? I'll collect the dishes around the house and throw in the first load of laundry. Then I'll chill and much on my pizza. Shower, change, and get ready to go."

"I can always houseclean tomorrow".

Being "Just" a Part-Time Mom

I thought I would start off my next blog explaining a bit of what I do. I am a nanny for many families. What does this mean? This means that my job is never the same. I spend my days boo-boo kissing and hearing about school plays; I spend my time looking for fluffy the stuffed animal we cannot sleep without. I color in coloring books, I teach how to write our names. I drive great distances for a few hours of work, and most of the time am looked down upon. "Oh, you're 22 years old and just a nanny?" I sometimes only work 20 hours a week, when other times I feel like I live in 5 different places because I'm working 60 hours a week in different homes. I get paid minimal, and forget health insurance or any kind of "benefit package" (haha!). I have found my own benefits for this "job" that is just plain love.

Walter calls me a part-time Mommy and I think this is almost fair to say. If you've met me, you'd know that I have a brag book full of children who I spend hours and hours with a week. I know their fears, and the food that always cheers them up. I know what teachers they dislike, and I know not only their friends' names, but I know exactlty why each of them were chosen to be a friend. I have a carseat in the back of my car, am sure to purchase my cell phone protection plan every month (cell phones make noise, are shiny, and are usually just for "adults". What a simple, yet special treat! A child favorite!) and make sure the my gps is up to date just in case you'll need to me to take the to grandma's or the park or the grocery store later.

It's the best job ever. I love spending time with "my kids" all day long...
but sometimes, like every job, this job can really break your heart.

No one pays attention to the nanny. Who cares? She's just coming over to watch Bob and Sue for a few hours and whatnot. Blah. Whatever.

You have no idea what I see in people's houses or the shape they are sometimes in. I've seen children be severly underweight, and seriously overweight. I've heard horror stories of what "Mommy and Daddy told..." their children while being angry. I don't expect to be a perfect parent either. I know I'll never get it 100% right, but I know this is the best job that I can learn from for my someday family.