Guess He Didn’t Know…

Here is some background on this.

I had a personal trainer for awhile and once my sessions ended we kinda became friends because my mom still went to him for sessions and I always saw him at the gym. So one night I get a drunk text from him saying that he likes me. So we’ve texted back and forth here and there, nothing to get excited about. We have never hung out outside of the gym, we haven’t even had conversations other than “I’m out at (insert bar name). Come up” “Can’t”. When he was training me we would talk about who we were dating and what was going on with that. He talked about “banging is girlfriend” but that she was so annoying he would leave right after. Why he told me this, I don’t know. I talked about how sweet my boyfriend was and how church went the night before. So you can clearly see the difference in our relationship purposes.

This is a text convo from this morning

Trainer: We need alone time

Me: Okay

Me: And where will alone time take place and when?

Trainer: I mean just me and you. I had a dream about u

Me: What was it about?

Trainer: ASAP. And it was naughty.

Me: Okay, well you know I don’t just jump into “naughty” stuff, right?

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Mine compared to yours

I am a full-time student. I take night and online classes, hopefully for not too much longer. So, I don’t have a typical office job. I don’t work on a computer for hours upon hours. I don’t have to make spreadsheets or use the fax machine EVER. And I don’t have “deadlines” that I have to meet or else I will get yelled at by my over-stressed, over-paid, power tripping boss. My job DOES, on the other hand, require an extreme amount of patience, devotion, and perseverance, along with many other things. Okay, so my desk isn’t stacked with papers that I’ll stress out about when I finally get home from my 10 hour day at the office. And no, I don’t have to sit in meetings once or twice, or however many times, a month and listen to some authoritative figure tell me what I HAVE to get done in so many weeks. Jeez, the whole first hour at work for me is sitting in front of the television watching Sesame Street! I mean, how stressful could my job POSSIBLY be, right?

But this is my hang-up. I could walk into your office and maybe be able to do some of your work. I might not. I don’t know how to do your job properly. You obviously know how to do have a knack for your job. There are things in your everyday work environment that would probably send my stress level through the roof, but to you, they are normal. Same with my job. Have you ever been around a 2-year-old and their newborn baby sibling? Do you know what might be going through their head? Do you know how to deal with that? Well, what about when they get a little older. Their level of basic skills and knowledge are now depending on you. Can your child talk? Can they hold their own fork? Are they walking yet? How do they interact with other children? Some natural nurturing skills of course come into play at some point, but what happens when the child isn’t getting it? Now they are acting out because the baby is old enough to play with them and they don’t like sharing the attention.

I guess what I’m getting at with this is that I understand my job seems like a piece of cake (which!, by the way, the toddler I take care of reads his Dr. Seuss book and recognizes the word “cake” *smile*) and I know there are a ton of more stressful situations that may go in your life that wouldn’t even compare to mine, but my job is NOT just being a baby sitter. I do not just play all day with an 8 month old baby girl, a 2-year-old boy, and occasionally a 3-year-old girl. I have agreed to work for a bilingual family. That means I teach them English and the parents teach them their language. I have decided to teach the children basic sign language for the age before their words are learned. The boy, who turned 2 in October, knows and recognizes almost all of his letters, can count to ten on his own, and can repeat the colors almost perfectly. He has also had to adapt to getting a new baby sister in the house. This was not an easy thing to accomplish and I still have some trouble with him on a bad day. He calls both of his parents by Amma and Appa, his grandparents by their Indian names, his cat Buddy, the housekeeper by her name and of course as close as he can get to mine. He says “please” and “thank you” in both English and sign language, as well as juice, food, eat, cookie, and water, and some other basic words. Both him and the baby are very social now, they both behave very well in public, given they are 8 months and 2 years old. They know what they can and can’t do with the parents and I and they are learning more everyday. Literally. I am with these children 10 hours out of the day. By the time their parents get home it’s dinner and bedtime. What does that mean for me?

So, in all reality… if you came into my job and tried to do it, could you?

Well, the faint cry of a baby and the soft mumbles of a toddler from the other rooms creeping into the office are telling me nap time/vent time has ceased to exist. I just wished that someone could try to understand what is ACTUALLY being put on my shoulders.

Inneresting

What to say, what to say… I guess, I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog site It’s nothing more than pure boredom for me to be on here, but what’s one more site to get addicted to? We’ll see how this goes and where it takes me in life.