Reflecting.

11 months. That's how long I've been this familys bitch. But not anymore. I'm free-well almost.

I thought this experience would be so much more different than it has been. I had my expectations set a little bit to high.

Being a nanny is fucking hard. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I took this job. Everybody says that being a Mom/Dad is the the toughest job in the world. I totally agree, but let's add nanny into that equation as well. At least with your own kids you can tell them to shut the hell up, but I can't do that with these kids. I have to respect the little demons, even though they could give two shits about me.

I also have to deal with the screwy parents. Ones that tell me they would like their daughter to read everyday after school for 20 minutes. But today, when the oh-so-wonderful-nanny, asks the little girl to read something snaps, and the girl turns into a raging hormonal bitch. She even goes as far as calling me a butthole. (ouch!) I call up her mother (thinking she would yell at girl and tell her to get her ass moving on the whole reading thing) but instead, Host mom decides that girl doesn't have to read. What-huh? The whole reading situation is what made girl grow devil horns and now she doesn't have to read? Lovely. Let me just drop this child off at your work and you can have the pleasure of dealing with her.

Anyways...oh yes, I'm supposed to be telling you about the great year I had in California. Hmmmmmm, well. I met some great people, smoked some fine green(just kidding Mom), and got wasted on more than one occasion. I think my 11 months have been a success!

I'm ready to leave though. I know I'm going to cry when I say goodbye and I'll tell them all that I'm going to miss them. And I will, for about 20 minutes. My flight next Thursday was the earliest flight I could get. That should tell them something, right? Something like-she must want to get the fuck outta here.

So Goodbye, for now.