2018: How Did I Do?

This year did not turn out quite how I’d expected, but then, they never do. Lucky for me, I didn’t have any particular goals for this year, so rather than do a tally of how I measured up to the standard I held myself to last January, I get to just write down the things that got done.

So what did I get done this past year, anyway? Continue reading “2018: How Did I Do?”

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A Thing That Annoys Me

Speaking from the heart, as a babysitter with 4+ years of experience, I have encountered a few situations now that really annoyed me about people who tried to hire me. So here’s a few (slightly sarcastically worded) pointers for parents who want babysitters.

This is kind of a rant, so feel free to skip it if that aggravates you. If you like hearing about obnoxious people, read on. Continue reading “A Thing That Annoys Me”

Spoiler Alert

So I told the five-year-old that I babysit “sure, I’ll tell you all about Infinity Wars after I see it” and now I see that was a grave mistake. Because to tell her the story would be to spoil this poor little girl as to the end of a major franchise. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say it’s the equivalent of telling someone that Darth Vader is (redacted). See? If you know, you know, and if you don’t, you should go watch Star Wars and find out! Continue reading “Spoiler Alert”

6 Things I Love About Babysitting

My life goal is to become a full-time writer, more specifically a novelist. Unfortunately, that’s not the most financially viable career at the entry-level stage, so like most of my kind I have a day job. The dream is someday there will be nothing but me and my words that adoring fans will linger on. In the meantime, though, babysitting is my day job, and here are 5 things I love about it. Continue reading “6 Things I Love About Babysitting”

Finding My Nope

Figuring out when I can say no is something that I will probably struggle with for the rest of my life. Sometimes this means I go “Okay, sure” to the opportunity of a lifetime. Sometimes it means that I end up miserable, or even doing something that is actually hurting me. And the fun part is that the rules keep changing.

(Everyone has a different situation. This is mine, and how I cope with it.) Continue reading “Finding My Nope”