  it was not a snow day....damn it! I was fiddling with the blog last night, and managed to not get last night's posted, erm, posted, so here i am, double posting away, all willy nilly...it could have been worse, I know someone who erased their whole blog by accident.
His name ryhmes with "Jurt" So, haaaaahahaaha. I met the kids grandaparents today, sweet folks, but man did i feel weird wandering around while they were there. I felt as thought I should have hightailed it out fast, but hey, i did want to get paid. Nothing overtly exciting happened today; i was playing with kids and being all house keepy today.
Oh, well, the Dad did ask me if i was an 'aspiring housewife' Ha ha ho har har. No. Why do i feel like i have to keep justifying my choice in this job? I didn't want to be out in public. I'd rather not be supervised; therefore child care is a marvellous answer. He seems to think that I'm doing this because that's all i can do, or something. Even if it was, it's still a lot, these weirdoes really want me took cook their food atop everything else - case in point, I baked a birthday cake for one of the kids. I'm not sure why it strikes me as odd, but I suppose part of it could be that one of my parents were always home.I can't imagine leaving my kids with a stranger eight hours a day, every day. The other thought is that The Dad sort of lets on that I'm a mom wannabe, like I'm practicing. Amongst these two vibes is the sense that he really tries to impress me with his intellectual prowess.
Plllllllease. Why are you trying to impress your nanny/housekeeper? And, buddy, I'm not impressed that you teach grade ten, and don't believe novels are stimulating enough. Agh. Anyways. Thank goodness for the Saint. Was feeling like hell tossed into a freezer, than defrosted by microwave, and she fed me, and made me feel needed. 
