Well, as a few of you know, I've been "nannying" some kids.
But it's getting old.
I enjoy the children, very much. They fill a void in my life, since the last woman I was with decided to screw me over, take away my life, and doing so, she took her child(which I had fallen in love with) away as well. But not to get off topic, the kids aren't the problem.
My problem, is the repetitiveness. Everyday, it's the same thing. I wake up, drink some coffee, and start cleaning. I hop on wtf.com for a while, and then usually end up cleaning some more. The kids get home, and I make sure they clean their rooms, or do their homework, whatever their priorities are.
I never get a chance to get out of this house, to try and work. It's hard to even go and see my friends, so my social life is lacking too. I've been alone for a while, without any females around, and that seems to get me down in a hole as well. I crave passion, and love. I need someone to feed, and adore. None of these things are possible here.
I might not be so sore about it, if I got some appreciation for the shit I do around here. I know I sound like a desparate housewife, but fuckin a.
I treat these people with respect. They always come home to a clean house, (or if I'm feeling shitty it's at least straighter than it would be if I wasn't around.) I don't just feed their kids, and prop them in front of a TV. I give them attention, and feed their creativity, and help them learn things. Most babysitters wouldn't do that kind of shit.
I understand these people are giving me a home, and feeding me, but that's it. I don't exactly eat alot. I'm the only one who knows how to conserve energy or water, etc. I make sure things get done, that they can't accomplish while working.
Being a normal human being, and talking to them, never seems to work. Things just don't get through their head.
Something's got to give.
(thanks for reading my bitching.)
But it's getting old.
I enjoy the children, very much. They fill a void in my life, since the last woman I was with decided to screw me over, take away my life, and doing so, she took her child(which I had fallen in love with) away as well. But not to get off topic, the kids aren't the problem.
My problem, is the repetitiveness. Everyday, it's the same thing. I wake up, drink some coffee, and start cleaning. I hop on wtf.com for a while, and then usually end up cleaning some more. The kids get home, and I make sure they clean their rooms, or do their homework, whatever their priorities are.
I never get a chance to get out of this house, to try and work. It's hard to even go and see my friends, so my social life is lacking too. I've been alone for a while, without any females around, and that seems to get me down in a hole as well. I crave passion, and love. I need someone to feed, and adore. None of these things are possible here.
I might not be so sore about it, if I got some appreciation for the shit I do around here. I know I sound like a desparate housewife, but fuckin a.
I treat these people with respect. They always come home to a clean house, (or if I'm feeling shitty it's at least straighter than it would be if I wasn't around.) I don't just feed their kids, and prop them in front of a TV. I give them attention, and feed their creativity, and help them learn things. Most babysitters wouldn't do that kind of shit.
I understand these people are giving me a home, and feeding me, but that's it. I don't exactly eat alot. I'm the only one who knows how to conserve energy or water, etc. I make sure things get done, that they can't accomplish while working.
Being a normal human being, and talking to them, never seems to work. Things just don't get through their head.
Something's got to give.
(thanks for reading my bitching.)