While much of this post is quite funny, it makes me a bit sad to write it. I’ll explain why at the end.
On Saturday, Jack and I went to babysit for a friend. Her husband is in the military and being deployed soon, and with no family locally, they have been kind of stuck when it comes to spending a day together. They were able to go to Six Flags for the day, just the grownups, and I was more than happy to help them. They have 3 kiddos, a 4yo daughter, a 3yo son, who was in Nate’s ABA class with him last year and a 15 month old. Hey, I was a nanny for years, I even lived in for a while, I can take ‘em!
I learned several things on Saturday. First of all, I’m not nearly as nice as I used to be. I approach caring for children in a much more “parental” way than when I was a nanny, and I guess that makes sense, because, well, I am a parent now. The day was actually kind of tough for me, the kids were great, but I’m not used to staying in one place for long, the kids and I are always on the go on the weekends and so I went a bit stir crazy in this situation.
I also learned quite a bit by watching Jack and their daughter Sophie interact. It was very challenging for Jack to be there. First of all, he had several of his new planes with him, and was told that he had to share, or the planes had to stay in the car. He did a great job with this over all, but I could see on his face that he was struggling.