Babies are cute

Only not because they're dull.
I miss university week night drinking and having a lot of free time. All I want to do when I get home now is sleep. I am not even sure teaching is what I want to do now. The people around me are just... ergh. Working with all women. I literally work with chickens too. The metaphor there is just too obvious for me to say. We each take turns taking eggs home too. No doubt to feed our husbands and kidlets and go to bed at 8pm to our soap operas.
BLEK!

When did I become so fucking boring?

In the book I am reading about these intellectuals at university they are mocking their friend for his predictable life, with his plain wife who teaches elementary school and the sickening sight of his apron and the BBQ with all the children running around them.

I want a family but jesus christ. Everyone wants to feel unique. Do they not?
Am I destined to be some fuckstick like that? Boring as all hell.

Sickening.

I have been saying to myself that I will be the exception to the rule, the cool teacher that will be quirky and unique and won't be a boring old fart. But how long will that last. I get tired sooo freaking easily. Full time work is balls. How will that change as I age?

It scares me to be buckled into something but I lack the balls to go out and try new things.

I am a hypocrite in my own mind, it's not okay.

Mini Drunks

Babies are just mini drunks!
They really are. All that pooping and swaying, needing to be supported and giggling at the dumbest shit. They even throw up randomly & devour food whilst getting it everywhere. They don't like to be touched, or like to be touched by certain people and cry when they aren't. They need constant attention and attack/pull people on a whim.

 My first encounter with a baby one I didn't want to hold him. He was my nephew and I was worried that anything, well, any person could exist that was smaller than me. I didn't know how to deal with a person smaller than me and this led to me holding him as awkwardly as one would hold a bomb. Luckily for both me and those who have held bombs, he did not "go off" so to speak. This short encounter made me weary of babies and skeptical of any future encounters.

Link gets me.

*Enter job that falls into my lap in daycare*

Children are rad.
They are much smarter than people give them credit for and they enjoy me roaring like a dinosaur and generally acting like a fool.
They actually ask for me to do this rather than my friends insisting on me stopping. It's great.
Everything's great.

OH WAIT!
Now I'm in the baby room and babies are fucking boring. Have you ever tried to chase a baby whilst acting like a dinosaur? It either looks at you like your fucking retarded, walks away or cries. Babies cry a lot. I made one cry with a puppet. (By accident I swear). What a softie. I must admit I laughed. Does that make me a terrible person?

Okay okay.
I have learned that babies can be fun, but you have to make it so. I was making one dance to the song I made up "babies are just mini drunks". He seemed to enjoy it and it made ME laugh. Isn't that the main thing? Laughter? I like to think so, I just hope that child services and the parents agree, but that's a whole 'nother barrel of fish. But seriously. They giggle their asses off so I think we're sweet as.

I'm taking a break from uni and might be getting into teaching when I do go back. This whole experience has been eye opening.

"You could be potentially looking after and teaching MY children???!"

MUHAHAHAHAHA.

YES, THIS IS HAPPENING.

Watch out world, a whole new generation of awesome kidlets approaches.

They will say "pantaloons" and "rad" and "that's a real thigh slapper". Just to mention a few.