I've been thinking about my job and the preposterousness of the things I do on a regular basis. For example, I spend more time reading picture books than most single, childless women my age. I find myself dressing in ways I would never dress (Hawaiian shirts, goofy hats, head bobbles) because of my job. I get away with so much, it's unbelievable! I play with people's kids for a living. I make them laugh, I sing with them, I dance with them. But I'm not responsible for them like a teacher or a daycare provider. Mom or dad, grandma or grandpa, someone else is with them so I don't have to worry about feeding them, I don't have to punish them, I just chill out and wait for mom to come take charge. All the fun, none of the responsibility. No wonder I like going to work everyday!
I came across this Haiku I had scratched down that sums it up:
I spend many days
dancing the hokey-pokey
and spinning around.
Do I have to say it?
Yes, I do.
That's what it's all about!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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