Its Thursday night, and I have all of these late-night ideas. Write a blog about being a nanny (oh wait, aren’t I doing that?) take creative writing workshops, freelance, figure out what I’m gonna do with my life….

its Thursday night, and I’m happy to be alive. I’m happy to have a job where I don’t have jealous, backstabbing coworkers. I’m happy to have a boss who treats me with respect and appreciates me. I am happy that I get paid double, yes double, what I made as a newspaper reporter.

While I’m happy in the interim… I can’t stop thinking about the future. What is it that I want to do? Luckily, before I gave myself a stroke, Google came to my rescue.

When Googling “careers for former journalists,” the most common results I found were exactly what I am doing now: start a blog, write on the side, and find a job where you can do both.

So why am I not writing more? Today, this super nanny got both boys to nap for 3+ hours, at the same thing. Primetime for writing, no? This nanny decided to spend those 3 hours “online shopping.” By online shopping, I mean adding 3 to 4 items into my shopping cart at Aldo, Gap, H&M and Macy’s, but not pulling the trigger. That’s how I wasted my afternoon.

Since this is a blog about being a nanny I guess I need to talk about the Bears, and how desperately sad I get when I think about leaving them for a “real job.” I have known BB since just before his second birthday, and I’ve known LB his entire life, all eight months! I always thought of myself as one of the family, but I know I’m not. What will it be like once I leave?

I’m a firm believer that the universe will allow everything to fall into place. Until then I will raise a couple cute kids and write about them.

Life is good.


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