4th
After working what I think was everyday since the 27th of December, it is nice to finally have a full freaking 24 hours off. James has been extra whiny lately. I s’pose he’s getting closer to those terrible twos. His father, of course, thinks James is the easiest, happiest, sweetest little thing to grace this earth. I find it amusing how parents always believe their kids to somehow be exceptional, while knowing full-well that all [read: other] parents believe their kids to be expectional.
I’ve been thinking a good deal about the nannies and au pairs I grew up with; how it must have been borderline unbearable to have my mother as a boss. My mom cringes whenever she sees James put things in his mouth or spit all over or eat off the floor. She cringes at the “mess,” at the supposed lack of childproofing in the house, at the fact that at 6 months old, James had already touched a snake.
No wonder I’m scared of the outdoors and stuff. We never went there.
