During my check-in with our au pair today, she admitted that dinner time (which I missed due to traffic this evening) was exhausting.
“J didn’t want to eat what I made for him. He started listing the foods he WANTED to eat, but I told him none of those were options. Then C tried to negotiate with him, but he wasn’t having it. So then L tried to negotiate with him, too, but I was like, “You guys! You can’t negotiate with him!!! He eats what he gets!”
So I was like, “Amanda, aren’t you majoring in political science when you go to university? I promise, this year with my kids is going to prep you in SO MANY WAYS. Once you figure out how to wrangle them in, trust me, international politics is going to be a BREEZE.”
I am covered in paint, completely gross and exhausted after wrestling with furniture, spiders, and radiators today, and my daughter sincerely asked just now if there were covered wagons instead of cars when I was born.
Coworker 1: “Julie, um, you have glitter all over your face.”
Me: “Oh, I do? Yeah, I was decorating a Christmas tree for the general’s holiday video production today, using a 35-year-old wilted fake tree and massive glitter balls that were probably a few years older.”
Coworker 2: “Oh, that makes sense. I just thought maybe it was a new moisturizer.”