Humdrum

Life goes on, around here. I have a few days of intense babysitting (usually just Kali), and then get freelance work piled on. I'm in the middle of writing an email for a ceramics designer, describing wall art canvases, and piecing together an article about hiring practices. Never gets boring...well, yes, it does, but at least it's on to the next thing soon.

I saw Patrick and Lilly on Monday, for a short visit. It disturbs me in some ways how easily I've separated from them, how much I didn't want to go. All in all, it's a relief, once I convince myself that it doesn't mean I never loved them, etc. Their mom emailed me to ask if I could watch them either Monday or Wednesday evening next week; I haven't responded, but I flipped through my calendar, noted I was free both evenings, and thought, "Eh, maybe. We'll see."

I'm cutting back on childcare. I still love kids, but I'm done. Bug and Andrew's mom wants me once weekly, and honestly, I think I'm going to say no. It feels strange for me. But every time I watch kids, lately, I'm just counting down until I'm done. Kali (and her sisters) are the exception, as I've become good friends with their mom, and there's just something about that baby. Aside from her, though, I could pretty much stop all babysitting tomorrow with no problem.

I've come a long way in two and a half years, huh? I like this place I'm in--except the times that I have to watch kids, but as I said, those are becoming less and less. Especially as V and I look to hopefully move this summer, it's nice to be separated already. I'm content, in a place I never thought I'd be in, much less content in. It's a good feeling.