Saturday, November 3, 2012

Babysitting

Tonight, for the first time in the two months that I've been here, Mariacarla and Pasquale have gone out!  Their neighbors downstairs invited them, along with Pasquale's parents, to dinner.  I'm happy they have a night out.  They work very hard -- in fact they were working right up until the minute they walked out the front door.

Tonight, for the first time since my babysitting days in high school, I got to witness some nice attempts at avoiding bedtime.  In fact, as I type (and it is almost 10:15 here) the two young rapscallions have Emmanuelle (the new French au pair) reading them stories.  I am most displeased with them.  They have a night light, they are allowed to have their door open, and STILL they cry and pretend to be scared.  Harumph.  I'm tired and they should be, too.

Sorry, I'm a little cranky.

I apologize for all the typos this week, too.  I blame it on my overtime schedule and I'm looking forward to next week and the return to a school schedule.  It will seem so easy!

Most of the time this week has been wonderful, really.  I'm thankful for the family and the boys and my new fellow au pair.  I'm thankful that tomorrow I get to visit Anna in Pescosolido.  I hope the rest of you have a wonderful weekend, too!

2 comments:

Tara said...

That makes me a little sad that the couple hasn’t gone out in two months--I hope that never happens to me! I totally empathize with your irritation at bedtime shenanigans--I’ve always been super strict about that stuff when I babysit but so many kids are such little weasels and it can be very frustrating! Hope you have a good trip!

Katie Becker said...

I think you have a more balanced view of life, Tara. It's not like they are forced to stay at home because of their kids, it's just that they are perfectionists in their work (at least from my point of view).

I was definitely a little weasel when I was a kid. Caleb and I used to talk to each other across the hallway (which was out of view of the living room), then dash back into bed when we heard our parents coming. I also used the "can I have a sip of water?" trick.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Babysitting

Tonight, for the first time in the two months that I've been here, Mariacarla and Pasquale have gone out!  Their neighbors downstairs invited them, along with Pasquale's parents, to dinner.  I'm happy they have a night out.  They work very hard -- in fact they were working right up until the minute they walked out the front door.

Tonight, for the first time since my babysitting days in high school, I got to witness some nice attempts at avoiding bedtime.  In fact, as I type (and it is almost 10:15 here) the two young rapscallions have Emmanuelle (the new French au pair) reading them stories.  I am most displeased with them.  They have a night light, they are allowed to have their door open, and STILL they cry and pretend to be scared.  Harumph.  I'm tired and they should be, too.

Sorry, I'm a little cranky.

I apologize for all the typos this week, too.  I blame it on my overtime schedule and I'm looking forward to next week and the return to a school schedule.  It will seem so easy!

Most of the time this week has been wonderful, really.  I'm thankful for the family and the boys and my new fellow au pair.  I'm thankful that tomorrow I get to visit Anna in Pescosolido.  I hope the rest of you have a wonderful weekend, too!

2 comments:

Tara said...

That makes me a little sad that the couple hasn’t gone out in two months--I hope that never happens to me! I totally empathize with your irritation at bedtime shenanigans--I’ve always been super strict about that stuff when I babysit but so many kids are such little weasels and it can be very frustrating! Hope you have a good trip!

Katie Becker said...

I think you have a more balanced view of life, Tara. It's not like they are forced to stay at home because of their kids, it's just that they are perfectionists in their work (at least from my point of view).

I was definitely a little weasel when I was a kid. Caleb and I used to talk to each other across the hallway (which was out of view of the living room), then dash back into bed when we heard our parents coming. I also used the "can I have a sip of water?" trick.