If I were Drea though, I'd be dealing with poopy pants drama instead of sassy pants drama (yes, it's a fine line). We trade horror stories throughout the day of babies vs. staff meetings and seem to conclude that both options are equally dreary. Luckily I'm getting better at handling theatre people, but babies? Sheesh, I don't even know how to change a diaper.
- 8/5/09 - 9:58am
andrea: so, get this, I put Sloane down like an hour ago, and she hasn't gone to sleep yet
but she's screaming like a tantruming banshee
molly: maybe you need to sing her a lovely song
andrea: and I have things to do
so... I could just go pick her up, and put her in the stroller and go do those things, since she's not going to sleep anyway
now I'm angry at her, and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of me giving in and picking her up
what is WRONG with me?
molly: nothing's wrong with you, the screaming banshee baby is facahked
i would just put her in the stroller but i don't know anything about babies
would that mess up her sleep schedule
andrea: but I'm so MAD at her
molly: or actually make her smugly happy?
andrea: grrrrr MAD
molly: not sure
andrea: i feel like it'll make her smugly happy
plus its hot out
and while I do have things to do, I don't necessarily want to go outside...
decisions of an immature nanny
molly: eh, just let her scream and be a brat then
andrea: yeah, that's what I was thinking
thanks for the support
So yeah. Don't ever ask me to babysit until your kid is like, ten years old.