I was reading past blogs I wrote today and stumbled across one from last summer that mentioned something along the lines of being grateful for having a job where I can hang out with kids all day, playing games, making crafts and what not, and how I really couldn't see myself in the "real world", ya know, like in an office.
So, here I am, 9 months later, working in an office. And, no surprise, I can't stand it. I dread going to work everyday. I try to be positive, try to look at the bright side of it all, but in all honesty, I get paid to play spider solitaire and hearts all day. I know, you may be thinking, "Just quit...", and I would, BELIEVE ME, but if I want to collect EI come baby time, I'm stuck. So, the upside, there is an end in sight.
I wish that I could nanny again this summer. It would be such a nice change, and I think I would have a new found appreciation for it. Going to the park, swimming, Starbucks coffee dates; it'd be fun.
Come September, I'll get to hang out with my own kid...
