Archive for May, 2009

Days of the Week

Today I have a day off which is both annoying an relieving.  I’m sick, so it’s nice to be able to just lounge around but on the other hand, it’s a Wednesday.  I hate Wednesdays.  So to have them off every week?  Lame.

Why do I hate Wednesdays?

Because they just exist.  There they are.  Right smack dab in the middle.  I can’t remember a time when I felt especially excited for a Wednesday or was relieved it was a Wednesday.  Let me explain it like this:

Monday. You’re probably thinking, “GUHHH Monday.”  But that’s the point.  Mondays take one for the team!  Mondays are the days that are like, “hey man, some day has to be the one where people have to get back to their weekly lives.”  You’ve gotta get up on Monday.  You have to get back to what you do.  It’s just…Monday.  And it has to exist and push our asses into the week.

Tuesday.  Alright, I think I’m getting the hang of this.  Monday is over with (such a relief) and we’re moving on with the week.  I’m thinking I can do this.

Thursday.  ”Tomorrow is Friday” is most likely the only thought that goes through your mind.  Perhaps you’re thinking of how great it is that you’ve made it (almost) through the week and it’s almost the weekend/pay day.

Friday.  Do I need to explain?  It’s the weekend!  Pay day, last day of the work week, and I don’t know about most people but I always get a really good vibe on Fridays.  Just the excitement that you made it through another week and have gotten to the weekend is GREAT.

Saturday.  Sleep in, stay up late.  Do whatever.  Day off.

Sunday.  Sleep in.  Rest, relax, do whatever again!  A bit of a nagging feeling of dread for Monday, but you know it has to come sooner or later.

Notice I skipped Wednesday.  We’ll get to that now.  What’s the use?  You’re kindasorta through the week and you’re kindasorta closer to the weekend but it’s nothing to be excited or happy about.  Wednesdays just exist, and that is why I hate them.  Plus, what a stupid day to have off!  I would MUCH prefer to have a Monday or Friday off.  That would be nice.

Oh well, stupid and random post but it does make sense.  Anyone else share my hate of Wednesdays?

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A Favorite “Lesson Plan”

chalkboard_46b91d9949e53Lesson 1

1. Go to the grocery store.
2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.
3. Go home.
4. Pick up the paper.
5. Read it for the last time.

Lesson 2

Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who already are parents and berate them about their:

1. Methods of discipline.
2. Lack of patience.
3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.
4. Allowing their children to run wild.

Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior.  Enjoy it, because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.

Lesson 3

To discover how the nights will feel:

1. Walk around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly.
2. At 10PM, put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.
3. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.
4. Set the alarm for 3AM.
5. As you can’t get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink.
6. Go to bed at 2:45AM.
7. Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.
8. Sing songs in the dark until 4AM.
9. Get up. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years.

Look cheerful.

Lesson 4

Can you stand the mess children make? To find out:

1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.
2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.
3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.
4. Then rub them on the clean walls.

Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?

Lesson 5

Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.

1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.
2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.

Time allowed for this: all morning.

Lesson 6

1. Take an egg carton. Using a pair of scissors and a jar of paint, turn it into an alligator.
2. Now take the tube from a roll of toilet paper. Using only Scotch tape and a piece of aluminum foil, turn it into an attractive Christmas candle.
3. Last, take a milk carton, a ping-pong ball, and an empty packet of Cocoa Puffs.
4. Make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower.

Lesson 7

Forget the BMW and buy a mini-van. And don’t think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that.

1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there.
2. Get a dime. Stick it in the cassette player.
3. Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat.
4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.

There. Perfect.

Lesson 8

1. Get ready to go out.
2. Wait outside the bathroom for half an hour.
3. Go out the front door.
4. Come in again.  Go out.
5. Come back in.
6. Go out again.
7. Walk down the front path.
8. Walk back up it.
9. Walk down it again.
10. Walk very slowly down the road for five minutes.
11. Stop, inspect minutely, and ask at least 6 questions about every cigarette butt, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue, and dead insect along the way.
12. Retrace your steps.
13. Scream that you have had as much as you can stand until the neighbors come out and stare at you.
14. Give up and go back into the house.

You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.

Lesson 9

Repeat everything at least, if not more than, five times.

Lesson 10

Go to the local grocery store.  Take with you the closest thing you can find to a pre-school child.  (A full- grown goat is excellent).  If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat.

Buy your week’s groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys.

Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.

Lesson 11

1. Hollow out a melon.
2. Make a small hole in the side.
3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.
4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.
5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.
6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.

You are now ready to feed a nine-month old baby.

Lesson 12

Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street, Barney, Disney, the Teletubbies, and Pokemon.  Watch nothing else on TV for at least five years.

Lesson 13

Move to the tropics.  Find or make a compost pile.  Dig down about halfway and stick your nose in it.  Do this 3-5 times a day for at least two years.

Lesson 14

Make a recording of Fran Drescher saying “mommy” repeatedly.  (Important: no more than a four second delay between each “mommy”; occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required).  Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years.

You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.

Lesson 15

Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt- sleeve, or elbow while playing the “mommy” tape made from Lesson 14 above. You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.

(Author Unknown, but they must have had kids.)

Remember, a sense of humor is one of the most important things you’ll need when you become a parent.

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Crazy Thinking

I’m currently nannying on this beautiful day in WI.  No, silly…I’m not neglecting the child by writing this blog.  I put him down for a nap about 15 minutes ago and he fell right to sleep.

So what’s new in Nici’s Nannying News?  (Maybe I won’t use that little title of mine anymore.  It’s a bit obnoxious.)

I’m still learning and exploring wordpress.  So far I likes.

I worked at the daycare yesterday which was a fairly good time.  I admit that I’ll end up coming home in a bad mood after working at the daycare because the last hour is usually filled with mass quantities of screaming and fussing for moms and dads.  Let’s do the math.  8 kids, 16 moms and dads, add a couple grandparents, carry the 7, divide by 2…yep!  That’s a lot of noise.

Let’s talk about being a mom.  Something I’ve wanted to do forever, even at such a young age.  I feel telling people about it will make them think I’m crazy but let’s face it, they’re probably right.  (Haha…)  I can understand the negatives on hearing that a 19 year old wants to have a child.  Look at our economy, and look at most* of the 19 year old moms that are out there.  It’s hard for me personally because this is all I’ve wanted.  I want my JOB to be a stay at home mom.  Maybe I’ll run an in-home daycare of my own, maybe I’ll work a day or evening to bring in some form of income.  But that’s what I want to do with my life.  Having oodles (very mathematical lingo for “a lot”) of people telling you you’re wrong and you can’t?  Well, it sucks.  I can’t prepare myself any more for becoming a mother.  There aren’t any college courses or internships for “Mommies: 101″.  I believe I’m fully prepared and whatever else I have to learn I’ll be learning as I go.  Because that’s how parenting is.  No manuals, no guides.  Just learning as you go.  So while most of my friends are going to college and preparing themselves for their future careers, I’m stuck waiting.  Waiting until finances are set, waiting until my fiance says he’s ready as well.  I don’t think a lot of people understand how difficult it is to have other people in control of your dreams.  It’s something I haven’t quite come to terms with yet, but I’m getting there.

I hope people don’t take this the wrong way and think I don’t enjoy being a nanny/childcare provider.  I do!  It’s so awesome to be involved in 20+ different kid’s lives and help them learn and grow.  I just wish that I could reach my BIG goal sooner rather than later.  Nannying is a great thing to do in the meantime (which, duh, is why I’m doing it.)

*Disclaimer: I do not wish to offend anyone by the statements made about 19 year old moms.  Odds are, you aren’t offended and probably don’t care, but I’m just talking about the stereotypes I suppose.  Whatever, you get it!

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Emetophobia

Hi, my name is Nici, and I’m emetophobic.

I-met-a-what?

Emetophobic.  Wikipedia defines it as “the irrational fear of vomiting, being around others who are vomiting, and/or the vomit itself.”  It’s a strange fear, and I have no idea where it came from.  I know most people believe fears are fears because of something that happened that was traumatic during childhood.  I agree with those people, but I don’t believe it affects my case.  I have no memory of a “traumatic” experience with vomit.  I do however remember being around the age of 3 or 4 and going to a McDonalds.  I was playing in the outdoor playplace (it was California, they put them outside) and I had made some friends as I always seemed to do.  The little girl I was playing with told me to be careful because someone threw up in the tube.  I started to feel uncomfortable and went to my mom at the table and told her I wanted to go home.  I have a very fond memory of this as well as not wanting to go to McDonalds or even eat at McDonalds for quite some time.  I have other memories of vomit as a child, but for all of them I was scared and have no idea why.

You’re probably wondering why/how I work with children and pregnant woman while being emetophobic.  To tell you the truth, I wonder that too.  I have no idea what I’ll do when a baby gets sick while I’m working.  Or worse, what if they throw up on me.  I don’t know, and it worries me.  I’m able to deal with baby spit up, as that just looks like milk and I experienced plenty of it growing up with much younger siblings.  As I started to nanny for one family in particular, the little boy (about a year old now) would spit up A LOT.  It wasn’t the milky regular spit up either.  Oh no, I’m not that lucky.  It was chunky and colored and gross.  But not “OMGPROJECTILEVOMITOMG”.  The first few times seeing that were iffy, but I’d like to think I went into “mommy-mode” and told myself I had to clean it up.  There was no one else but me to clean it up.  And that’s what I did.

Now I think it would be different if he came up to me and did, in fact, projectile vomit all over me.  But I think I’m working through it and he has definitely helped with his colored, chunky, nasty spit up.  So thank you 1yoBabyA.  You’ve been a great help.

I urge all of you to question me and look up emetophobia.  It’s interesting, and I never thought other people felt the way I did until I did an internet search for “fear of vomit” about 2 years ago.  I remember how extatic I was telling my fiance, “there’s a name for it!  I’m not insane!  I’m just emetophobic!”

The interesting part about my particular case is that I’m not afraid myself to vomit.  I’m not afraid to talk about it.  I’m not afraid when someone says what color their vomit was yesterday.  I am however very afraid when someone says they feel like they’re going to spew.  Or if they do near/around/on/in front of me.  I don’t think I’m quite a germaphobe either.  Except when I’m around vomit.  I will admit, I have an unnatural love for hand sanitizer.

So please, ask away!  I’m quite interesting.

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An Introductory of Sorts

Hello all you wonderful people!  Thanks for visiting my site, that’s pretty swell of you.  (Side note: last time you used the word swell?)

You can think of this blog as a giant story.  A story about me.  A story about my life.  A story about…poop.  Poop?  Gross!  Well, as I’ve always said, (and what I mean by that is I’ve probably said it once or twice in my life) “you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do!”

So bear with me as I tell you the good, the bad, and the ugly of my life.  It’ll be fun, I promise!  Just buckle up folks and hold on to your hats and glasses.  ’Cuz this here’s gonna be a wild ride!

Hm.  Can you tell I’ve been to Disney Land a few times in my life?  (Props to those of you who actually could by that last part.)

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