Five for Fighting? No, not the band. The Job.

My mission? Nanny five children. If I succeed I get the respect and admiration of nannies everywhere. Or at least good pay and a good day's work under my belt.
So I completed my first week and our hero is utterly exhausted. In between screaming two year olds and busy 9 year olds and talkative 10,12, and 13 year olds I'm wiped.
I now drive a 1990 cadillac and it is the ultimate pimp mobile (as pointed out to me by friends and family alike) It would be a good candidate for MTV's pimp my ride. Hilarity will comense now. Downer about the car is it tried to kill me on Saturday night in a snowstorm. 360 degree spin outs in white out conditions aren't my idea of a great time. I give props to the snow bank that kept me from knocking into the phone pole.
I made it up to my destination but didn't succeed in seeing two of my most favourite people for very long. Chris and Scott...I am sad. I shall try harder next time. I did get some fun time with some stellar LDP's and a lovely Pyl family. I love them dearly. They helped me realize that families of five aren't all crazy loud places.
Although I had to come out of Nanny mode. I threatened a few people with the time out chair. And I tried to make someone smile by making their pickle come to life. Mr. Pickle helped Mr. Grumpy pants Shaun smile.
Now I am home for another 24 hours and I shall return to the battle of the wills with the two year old. His favourite thing to yell at me is ' I don't love you, you're a mean girl, you're a bully!' To which I promptly reply, 'to bad I love you' and start to tickle him or turn him upside down. Hmmm maybe that's a tactic that could work on a future boyfriend? I could picture that break up right now...yikes.