Ok, in less than 2 hours I have managed to get blue jello, cough syrup and sassy sauce on my white shirt…let me rephrase that, “THEY have managed”…this has led me to the conclusion that I can no longer wear white whilst watching kids which bites because I like wearing white.
Let me go ahead and tell you the events of the past ½ hour. Nay, FIASCO. Not only did my sister have to come out to separate the two boys because they weren’t getting along, but she also had to help me with a situation of which you’re about to find out. Ian, that little rascal, is sick with the cold so it’s time to take his medication. Ah yes, medication – ALL kids love thick cough syrup…as he is sitting on the couch watching Caillou, one of many annoying fricking cartoons that PBS produces, I get his syrup ready. But being the nice nanny that I am, I also come prepared with a cup of water to wash it down. So I hand him the cup as he is refusing to take it and I say, “it’s either this or sassy sauce, which one do you want?” to which he replies, not with a verbal reply, but a “what are you going to do?” glare AS he pours the red syrup onto the couch…my initial reaction was to yell, which I did as I carried him to the kitchen telling him he was going to get sassy sauce. Imagine the loudest, most high-pitched 13-yr old girl screaming at the top of her lungs at a Jonas Brothers concert, now, imagine tweeking that up a few octaves, turning up the volume to the max and putting that speaker right in your ear - strike that - imagine being INSIDE the subwoofer at a Bon Jovi Concert. Yes yes, and you will only grasp the edge of the pain that I endured as he was screaming bloody murder directly into my Cochlea and down into my Eustachian tube…I wouldn’t be surprised if I am bleeding about the ears as we speak. But that’s not all, as I put him in the high chair to grab said sassy sauce, he jumps out in a hurry which leaves me no choice, I must take him with me to acquire the sauce. Still screaming as I’m filling the dispenser, and ready to dispense, he screams even louder and proceeds to knock the 40 oz. bottle of Sassy sauce onto the counter. I was NOT happy. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Ian!!! AGHHHH!!!!!” he struggles to get off the counter and I am furious but I let him down and head to my sisters room. “um…we have a little situation out here…” no doubt she heard the screaming. She grabs him and makes him clean the couch, but he does it haphazardly if you ask me, I guess he is only 3... Then she makes him take his medicine which was only about ½ of what he should’ve taken but you know kids…and he spits some on himself so she tells him to take off his clothes to change. You guessed it, he wouldn’t do it. He screams YET again and tries to shimmy free. FINALLY he changes his clothes and now he’s watching Tom & Jerry as if nothing has happened. "can you turn it up? I can't hear it." Almost positive that kids are bipolar & the masters of overreacting...Never a dull moment...
End of Nanny Diary entry October 30, 2009.
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