A baby was here–see the cute little hand prints?
I’m writing this to you all on Tuesday afternoon, Chickadee has been sleeping for two hours and is still going strong (bless you, sweet girl) and after an hour and a half long nap time battle with Chicken I surrendered and he is snoozing away, strapped to my back in the baby carrier. We are going on 45 minutes like this and I’m pretty certain my back is going to break soon, but the steady rhythm of his baby breathes and the weight of his fat little hands on my waist are keeping me standing upright.
I had today all planned out. We headed out this morning at 8:45AM. Both babies fell asleep immediately, just as I had hoped, I went through McDonalds for a smoothie and a biscuit, we headed to Target and got most of my grocery shopping done, we hit the bank and then headed to play group. Play group was wonderful, both babies are loving being around other people and having so much room to crawl and not have to worry about me stopping them from getting into something they shouldn’t. After play group we came home, had lunch, changed yucky diapers, and I was all ready to put them down for a nap and to have two hours to myself. I had a list of things I was going to do and had a little work station set up and everything.
The cutest part of this back breaking hour.
And then Chicken freaked. Some days (most days…..) he just will not nap. And try as I might, I cannot get it through my thick skull that sometimes, I just have to give in and accept that the entire day is not going to go as planned. I’m finally at that point today, but it took me longer than I wanted it to to reach it.
Nannying is so funny. It’s sort of like parenting part-time. Except you don’t make the majority of the parenting decisions and you know it’s a temporary gig. But the fact that I only see these two babies 50 hours a week and that I know eventually I won’t be in their lives this much doesn’t stop me from loving them with all my might. And it doesn’t make me immune to going insane. Yeah, I get to leave at the end of the day. At the end of a 10, sometimes 13 hour day. It’s still hard.
Just staring longingly out the window thinking about the walk that is in our future.
When Kate and I meet new people and tell them we are both nannies, or when we talk about babies or strollers or types of dirty diapers (sorry, but there is actually a lot to talk about when it comes to that) people often tell us: You’re going to be such a great mom. And I smile and thank them, because it is such a sweet compliment. But then I’m quick to point out that yes, I know how babies work logistically and I (hopefully) won’t freak out about how to change a diaper or what to feed them at each stage. But having this job is no guarantee that I’ll be a great mom, heck, some days I don’t think I’m a great nanny. I know I am, I know these babies are loved and well taken care of and are thriving, but y’all, some days it is really hard. Just like parenting will be. Just like most jobs are!
Where I’m going with this rambling I’m not sure, to be honest it was mostly a little pep talk to myself. I’ve got 6ish hours left of this 13 hour work day, so I needed some encouraging words.
Any who, here’s hoping that as you’re reading this on Wednesday both babies have/are napping soundly and that things are going (mostly) according to plan. And if not, let’s hope I’m rolling with the punches pretty well.