So, I've done a full week at my new job, hence the lack of recent posts. I'm exhausted! I'd honestly forgotten what normal little boys are like, what with the truly bizarre ones at the last job and my last long term nanny role being with two little girls. These two are constantly in motion, always kicking things and each other, and descend upon any available food like a horde of locusts (including climbing the cabinets and counters to reach it). I'm working at a deficit of energy, but I'm sure I'll catch up soon enough. Rule changes are hard (see previously mentioned house-scaling activities and kicking habits) and they're having trouble accepting the new regime as any boys would, but I have faith that we'll get there. See that, world? No matter how hard you try to beat it out of me, I still have hope. Thbthhh.
Part of this hope springs from the fact that my new employers are unlike any I've ever had. They had the professional part of the arrangements set up before I ever set foot in their house. I had a contract, I had a manual, and I had parameters. Fabulous. Then add to that the fact that Himself and I were promptly invited to their country cottage, an invitation we accepted and are both happy we did. A lovely time was had by all, and this place is beyond gorgeous (see below). Good start, high hopes.
When I was home at Christmas I engaged in a spot of bribery with regards to my youngest sister. She's insanely musically talented and plays the violin in her school orchestra, but as she's simply too cool for school she hates having that "orchestra geek" label. She did her level best to come last with regards to chair assignment and still placed third, this is how naturally it comes to that ungrateful brat. *lol* Anyway, being too cool, she had planned to quit orchestra altogether and I just couldn't deal with it. One of my biggest regrets is that I was allowed to quit playing an instrument when I was young, and I'd hate for her to have to live with that when she's older. So, yeah, I bribed her to stick with it. *grin* I promised her a ticket to London, and surprise, surprise, she accepted.
Herein lies my problem. Part of being too cool for school entails a penchant for activities I wouldn't necessarily endorse for my baby sister. Himself and I both have to work, and there's no way I'll be able to get much time off while she's here. It's not that I don't trust her. Okay, yeah, it's that I don't trust her. *lol* She's too pretty for her own good, and wears tiny little clothes over her size zero frame, and the boys over here just LOVE that Texan accent. I might have to invest in a chastity belt and a padlock for the front door. That I can lock from the outside when I leave. And some metal bars for the windows. And an electronic tag for when she invariably escapes. So, London, you'd better batten down your hatches and prepare for the Unsinkable, Unthinkable, Rosita Chiquita Banana.