Adjusting

I am not a teacher anymore. I am a nanny.
It's been an adjustment

I went from a school bag to a diaper bag, from changing verb tenses to changing diapers, from dismissing class to putting to bed. I went from standing up in front of 15 adult students every day to sitting on the ground with three kids under the age of six. And I'm getting paid more?! Yes, but my new job is poopy. Very, very poopy.

It's not all different though; I'm still reading a lot of stories, correcting vocabulary mistakes, and giving encouragement. Also, I am still laughing. Still laughing a lot.

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