After a couple days of touring Dublin, Ireland our ferry took us to our final destination in Oxford and more specifically the tiny and "quite lovely" town of Summertown (how appropriate, right?). I have been here for just over a month as of now and I have several things to cover.
ONE: Things noticeably different than in the US
- Efficient public transportation locally, nationally, AND overseas
- things are smaller - food proportions, vehicles, restaurants, apartments, toilets, refrigerators, washer/dryers (all-in-one), ovens, street width, size of shops,
- in the efforts of doing things in tiny ways, the Brits are eco-friendly
- obviously noticeable that they drive on the right (but wrong) side of the road
- too many coins with which to deal
- Oxford snobs pronounce their "t"s and the everyday Brits completely the "t" sound.
- everyone has a dog - a well trained dog
- parks are phenomenal: duck ponds, punting, HUGE playgrounds any US kid would be jealous of, mini golf, flowers gardens, kids train, aviary, large well-kept meadows
- cars are not a necessity
- Americans have a lot of STUFF
About my perfect job: Because it is perfect it will seem like I am bragging but it is all-encompassing in why exactly it IS perfect. My flight to Europe was paid for as is my place to stay. Also I am a live-in nanny so my groceries are free. I am technically on duty for about 20 hours per week. I have afternoons and weekends to travel which is somewhat paid for by my added hourly wage. Making friends was easy since I live in a college town. A new beer I discovered is Kronenbourg, which I highly recommend. We live across the street from one of the parks I described earlier and right beside a local preschool. On a sunny day, my life is fairtale-esque. Kids laughing and playing, people playing fetch with their dog, the locals taking a stroll with their spouse - It's picture perfect! I have started picturing a quaint life here.
While on duty, I must admit, it is not all glitz and glamour. I am in charge of two girls. While considering one is 12 going on 30, her younger sister, 5, puts my patience and authority to the test daily.
TWO: Nannying lessons learned
- I have learned to not react to her nails digging into my skin, her screams piercing my ears, or tears melting my heart.
- I have learned that attention is the most desired gift.
- I have learned the difference between babysitting and being a live-in nanny: Comfort level.
- I have learned to vent via emails to my own mom who, in response, sends her encouragment and wise words of advice from experience.
- I have learned that I love these girls unconditionally.
- I have learned that I am not ready to be a mom.
one of my recent tweets (http://twitter.com/fab_car): Finally peace and quiet. Either I'm turning into my mother or this is what she was talking about when she said, "One day you'll understand"
THREE: Nannying has also ruffled up some memories of my own childhood
- sibling rivalry - determining which bowl has the most icecream
- intentional yet discret pestering between siblings and knowing exactly what can set them off
- Obession with princesses and make-believe
- apple juice and Cherrios- which I never liked
- dancing and singing in the mirror
- Home is where Mom is.
This weekend is Amsterdam, three days off-duty, and last weekend overseas.
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