I'm not unemployed anymore - I actually have a very fabulous job as a preschool teacher with the University of Michigan child care centers. But I'm still posting, albeit a little more irregularly, and I don't want to ignore the personal progress I've made since starting this blog by renaming it.

Blog inspiration: I read 48 States in 48 Days by Paul Jury in the summer of 2011. It was fabulous...although he planned way less for his roadtrip than I would have. And at the same time, my lovely Anna was constantly reminding me that our lives were awesome, despite the fact that we didn't have job prospects, new cars, boyfriends/husbands, houses, etc., like so many people we knew. So, in an effort to appreciate my life and the crazy uncertainty that it is, I started writing this blog about the little adventures I have. (And by "writing a blog," I mean "making a list" because I make lists, not narratives.) Even if there isn't a BIG adventure that happens every day, I try to find at least one thing to list :)

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Step by Step

  • Robert only cried (like really cried) once or twice for “Mama” and “Daddy” today. He asked for them like a million times but is warming up to the idea that when they aren’t around him they are “working”. This is a fabulous indicator for the week.
  • I was secretly/selfishly a little excited when Robert wanted me instead of his grandparents when they first came up to him. He, of course, warmed up to them pretty quickly but it was nice to feel like the one he really wanted, even for a minute.
  • I really wish I had brought some movies with me. I am finding relatively large pockets of time where I don't have to be watching the kids (particularly at night, since my monitor won't allow me to get down to Firebowl :/) and I really want to watch The Social Network because I'm currently reading Accidental Billionaires. Oh well.
  • Partly because of this lack of movies, I’m finding a lot of time to think here – which seems about right compared with past nannying years. However, time to think by myself is more overwhelming this year because I have actual things to worry about. I’m also over-analyzing different things in my head. And although I love that I am here at camp with almost all of my very best friends, they are being counselors and support staff this week...I can’t ask them to be there for me to complain to when they are doing more important, good work in this place. So I’m left to stew. And Emily’s Thoughts Stew is usually not very fulfilling.
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