WK 1&2: I'm Mary Poppins, ya'll.

When I was making goals for the new year, looking for a part-time gig was one of those goals. I work from home on my own business, but I thought it'd be good for me to get out of the house from time to time. I heard that's a thing people do. My parents fought me on this a little bit (I KNOW, parents not wanting you to get a job, like opposite land) because they knew that some of my jobs had stressed me out in the past.

They're not wrong.

Over the past decade and a half of working I have had a myriad of job titles, some were fulfilling and some we'll just classify as "experiences." My current job count is at 18 and I'm pretty sure I'm still missing some. On my complete job history I look disoriented and confused about what career I want, which is why I have separate resumés depending on what kind of job I'm applying for (life hackz 101). But for my current job, I didn't even need a resumé. I sat down with my potential employer as they made sure I wasn't a psychopath and it was kind of a done deal. And so for the past 2 weeks yours truly has been working part-time as a nanny.

Even Julie Andrews is confused about this one.

My whole lifetime I have been in charge of babysitting my 5 younger siblings, which I made very clear to my parents and to everyone around me I was never willing to do again. My sister had several nannying jobs to which I told her, out loud, I could never do what she did. And maybe at the time that was correct. But in this new year and new place of life I feel much more confident. And the kids are pretty stinking adorable. They are giggly and fun and smart and they make me laugh. But already in the first few weeks there have been several injuries, things not done when their mom gets home, and many, many tears. Some from me.

JK, if the mom of my kids is reading this ;)

I know I am preaching to the mom choir but kids are a LOT. OF. WORK. I once pictured my life as a stay at home mom, working from home peacefully in my clean and quiet office while the kids are off learning Latin or something. The older I get the more I realize this will not be the case. I would still love to work from home, but throw kids in the picture and it gets complicated. And messy. And sticky. Seriously, what do they keep touching that's so sticky?? I digress.

My point is although I am single and nowhere near starting a family, watching my kiddos is helping satisfy that nurturing part of me while giving me a little preview of what my life may one day look like. And unlike Mary Poppins, I am practically imperfect in every way. But that's okay. At the end of the day, I have tiny humans that count on me for a few hours every day and it's sooooo so worth it.