Most days, I am thankful for my job. I mean, how hard is it really to drive kids around and help them with homework? 20 hours of nanny work a week for free rent (& utilities!) is a steal, I know this. But there are some days when I think: I will never have children. The things that drive me up the wall:
- Complaining. I don't want to walk to the car. I don't want to read. I don't want to do my homework. I'm bored. I'm too tired to do that. I don't want that for dinner. Why did you take so long? Why do we have to wait? Why can't I have candy for my snack? The constant, dissatisfied, whiny tone takes its toll.
- Uncooperativeness. Having every request met with some argument, some rationale for why it doesn't have to be done. When instructions are intentionally interpreted literally to avoid cooperation, so I have to give increasingly specific directions to avoid the argument 'I'm doing what you asked!' Or, just a simple 'No.' When every little thing is a struggle, I want to pull my hair out.
- Bickering. Siblings have a way of getting on each other's nerves that must grate on parents' nerves the most... or at least the nanny's. I could handle a blow-out fight every once in a while, but the bickering and nagging is like nails on a chalkboard.
- Yelling. Loud noises generally, expressing any emotion. I don't like them.
The kids I nanny are good kids. Really, they are. Most of the time, we don't have problems, and even have fun! But some days... Some days they are quite a handful, and I think, I'm not cut out for this. Leave me to the world of rational adults, please!!
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