So I got a job as a nanny to three boys. If you know me, you know I am a girl's girl. I love pink, and sparkles, and makeup, and pop music, and hair products... so to be a nanny to boys is an interesting experience.
I grew up with girls. My mom, my sister and me, so the habits of men is BEYOND me. I yell at my fiance for "guy things" all of the time... socks, the random abandonment of pants, etc. but then I became a nanny to three boys, and I learned.
THESE ISSUES ARE PRESENT IN ALL MEN!!!!!!
I cannot TELL you the random places I find socks!!!! How do men go through so many frickin socks?!?!?!
And boys/men have this thing they do call "nesting". Wherever they sit or "land" they nest. That means they gather comforts around them; food, pillows, remotes, beverages, cups, plates, pillows, blankets, kleenex's, YOU NAME IT!
MEN NEST!!!!!!!
I can always tell where Mike has "landed" in our apartment, and now I know that it is ALL men. Which makes me feel slightly better, or if I think if it a different way.... hopelessness.
And to top it all off, when they are done with one nest (aka they go to the bathroom, or the kitchen) they sit down in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT place and create a nest THERE. Men are very interesting creatures. I feel like an african explorer, what new find will I encounter next? What is the next beast I shall face????
Keep in mind, I am not saying ANY of this in anger or frustration, I am saying it in a spirit of learning.... and awe!
I love my job, I ADORE these boys!!!!
I am a testament to searching for bliss. This life, with these boys (my Michael included) is my bliss. I am so so grateful to the universe and to the Lord above.
Also, I have decided to become an extreme couponer, but I will save that post for another day.
xo
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