New Job

Yesterday was my last day of work, or should I say, my last day of paid work.

My new job description seems easy enough:

Must love babies. Must feed & bathe and change as many diapers as are required per day. Must be aware of every possible hazard within the bosses reach. Must entertain and cuddle when desired. Must know when to put down for naps.

This is my new boss:

Don't be fooled by his sweet grin (or his inability to work a spoon by himself...) He is a slave-driver. He clicked his tongue at me as I tried to read through the thirty-page packet I received in the mail from my professor. And he squealed at me as I attempted to get some writing done this morning... the only way to appease him was to get down on my knees and chase him until he dropped.

Literally.

I chased him around the living room until my knees were sore and raw and he was rubbing his eyes and reaching for a blanket to bury his sleepy face in.

Writing will have to wait 'till naptime.