I’m not sure I signed up for this.
For anyone new to this insanity, I am a nanny of 4 pretty great kids. Ones that, over the last 11 months, I have grown to love quite as my own.
We’ve had a few birthdays in the last week. The youngest turned 8 on the 28th of October, and the oldest just turned 13 on November 5th.
That’s right – in less than a year, I have gone from no children to four children and now a teenager!
If you remember, I took 4th to a reptile store on Thursday. She had an amazing time. I don’t think I will ever forget how her face lit up and just how happy and at ease she was. I, on the other hand, was having mini-panic attacks every time a snake moved in its cage, but the heart palpitations were worth the joy on her face.
Last night, she had her cake and present time at the house. She was out with two of her siblings and her dad, set to return around 9. I’m always done work at 8:30 so I was just about to leave (I ate too much junk food over the weekend so I was fine to pass on the extra sugar) and they walked in. So I decided to stay just to be part of it. I was sent with a van to the house where I live to pick up their grandmother and aunt. And it was really fun!
We all had cake, and 1st opened her presents. I’ve never seen her so animated! Smiles, and laughing and just like a kid (she’s still a kid, no matter what anyone says!) I had given her a gift on Saturday (a full colour, glossy, National Geographic’s encyclopedia on animals) and at the end of her gifts she shouts down the table a big thank you for it. Her face, still, so happy! Gah, you guys – seriously have never seen her like that. I am SO glad that I stayed.
Took the two ladies home in the van and was told to just keep the van overnight, and that someone would pick it up in the morning. I drove it back to get in an extra 1000 steps in my day haha. Too. Much. Junk food!
But the party is over, and the truth still remains: I’m now helping to raise a teenager.