Weekend Nights

So one of my friends, Memphis, got deported. She had over stayed her visa by 10 days and on a trip with the family to London they kicked her out. I actually still have her jacket. I am very sad because I liked that one. It is always good to have a friend from Memphis.

I met another nanny from North Carolina at a birthday party yesterday. She doesn’t have any friends and hardly leaves the house. I am gonna bring her to our Thursday nanny support group and teach her to use the bus system.

I was very homesick tonight. It happened as I was outside playing soccer before dinner. Fall is here so it was cool and already dark. It reminded me so much of St. Augustine. Walking around in the middle of the night with the cool salty night air. The breeze is slightly humid but instead of being a bother it feels like a soft kiss on your skin. I just stood there soaking it all in. Benny and his friend Baby Face kept scoring goals because I wasn’t quite home. I wasn’t sad at all, just sentimental. I can’t wait to be back.

At the same time it is weird to be thinking I am going to leave. Especially because my Patron hasn’t told any one I am leaving and seems to believe it is not a done deal. It makes every moment sad in a way. I am finding myself very attached to Benny, Java, Cinderella, and Mother Hen. If another nanny is not found responsibility will be pushed onto them, which is not cool. Benny cuddles and rough houses with me all the time. I am addicted to his laugh. I know he will be upset. Today after bath time when he had finished getting dressed he just hugged me for a few minutes. Just stood there. Then he asked if Caitlin was in school right now. It was a window into the strange world of attachment that he constantly deals with. I just have to believe that even if he doesn’t realize it God is his strong constant. Tonight he sang “The steadfast love” song with me.

On a happier note, last night Benny and I were playing Playstation and it came up that one of my friends wasn’t talking to me at the moment.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“He is your friend?”

“Yes he is.”

“It’s a boy?”

“Yes”

“I will kill him.”

“What?”

“Or maybe I will cut his feet.”

(I am laughing hard)

“We can cut them on the carpet cause it’s soft. Cause then he will be your friend.”

So precious? I laughed and it made me feel warm. I will miss that. I won’t miss the irrational screaming and constant battle of homework. I am just waiting to figure out what I did and that was to act like your homework was done and then do it the morning of on the bus or the class before. If I can make it through the #1 high school in the nation that way I think he can manage the 1^st grade that way right? See I don't need to be a nanny I am a bad influence.