Challenge 245: Bump on a Log

There's a sleeping boy in the house. Like a bump on a log, sprawled out, out cold. Vaughn got back today and he warned that he'd be a tired mess of a person when he got back. "It's cool," I said, "I planned on that." So all is quiet on the homefront. Fridge is stocked awaiting the wake-up. The puppy is excited, pacing back and forth trying to get the bump on the log's attention, and Bucket finally returned home after a couple days out. Everyone's happy that dad is home.

Today was another busy day, with plans from my boss changing last minute, of course. I'm so so much feeling like I don't belong there anymore, perhaps never did. I feel small there, doing shit I never like doing at my own house, not getting the credit I deserve. I was thinking about it today...if I ever have a nanny, I want to make sure he/she knows how appreciated they are. I want to buy her flowers every once in awhile, or give her an extra bonus, or give her a card. This work is hard work, and pretty thankless. Always getting stretched to the max, limits pushed further and further. If I ever have a nanny, please remind me of this.

I was also thinking of teachers today. How, unbelievably incredible and selfless that job is. To be responsible for the learning and growth of tons of students is so admirable. I helped Miles with his homework today and had no clue how to help him learn the instructions. Teachers are amazing.

I have a couple things brewing under the surface. Exciting projects that I'm working on. Hopefully the movement of them will allow the end of the nannying. Forever.