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The good part about making a big pot of chili on a Sunday afternoon: Leftovers for a week. The bad part: Leftovers for a week. Day 5

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.

Followed by why I sorta kinda miss being a teacher:

I'm a nanny now. Actually I prefer the term "governess" because it sounds less like something I used to do when I was 13 to make money to buy scrunchies from Claire's. But it's essentially the same thing. I've had some ups and downs in these last couple of weeks, but my lowest point so far (God help me) was last Wednesday. Everything I did was wrong, and I found myself wanting to flush my M.A. down the toilet because I don't deserve it. I'm an idiot. The whole day I felt like that children's book character Amelia Bedelia who, like me, is kind of an idiot. She misunderstands all of her instructions by her employer which creates ridiculous and often comical situations. The difference is that Amelia almost always wins everyone over at the end of the book by baking a delicious treat, and Amanda, well she doesn't. So here's my story: I take all three boys to school, and drop K off first at 8:00. Then, JJ and baby J and I walk to Lenny'...

Go be productive.