05 February 2008

back to the middle of nowhere...

i accepted to babysit my nannykids from last year for two days... their new nanny is off celebrating carnival. i should be studying. but a couple extra euros is nice. and its been a while since i really saw the kids again. so now i am back for a couple days and nights. and in a weird way, i have kicked right back into the old routine. 'cept jules talks more and raoul can walk/run/climb and fall down stairs/eat more neatly than his older brother which makes for a different sort of care. their dad is home, sick, so mostly i am just extra help, aka driver/diaper changer. i experience a mix of nostalgia and desperation being here. i unconsiously missed the kids. its fun to be with them again and play secondary-caregiver. good thing its only for a couple days though. being here reminds me of being depressed and lonely and lacking a social life (besides dane who was probably my life saver during the week). rowing the boat again was interesting...kinda lost my touch. gained it back fast though. and now i have sore muscles. maybe i should work them out more often...apparently they aren't used to real usage any more...

tonight i go home to my husband, good wine, quiet, and my own bed.

4 comments:

Mela said...

I haven't read your blog in a while. Not that I haven't already heard these stories... But I enjoy reading this too. Get the other side of the story that you don't tell all the relatives. :)

Amanda said...

what do you mean, other side???
pff.

Amanda said...

oh, side note: five minutes before leaving from woerdense verlaat, camiel and jules were running around in their room instead of sleeping like they should so i told them to go back to bed. this was followed by giggles and the sounds of scrambling over furniture and then a thump and a loud wail. jules came running out with his hands on his forehead and blood all over his face...he had run into something in the dark and managed to gash his face right between the eyes... nice. good thing the sight of blood doesnt freak me out. poor kid though. i think he was more scared than hurting...he stopped crying once the blood was cleaned up and he had a nice bandaid to show off to his brother though...

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