My boyfriend Mr. S' children are in town for a week. I haven't had much experience around kids (they are 1 and 3 years old) so I have been dealing with it in the most logical and mature way possible--blind spasming fear and horror.
I don't know how to act around them! For one thing, every other word out of my mouth is 'fuck' 'fucking' 'fucked' or 'fuck-ton.' Plus, apparently children of this age do not yet understand and cannot appreciate cynicism or sarcasm so my whole "make them laugh and they'll love you" plan is...well...fucked <----see what I mean, what other word could I possibly have used there? The English language is crumbling down around me.
Our days together have been filled with the noises of Handy Manny, every light-up-noisy-as-hell toy available on the market today, and screaming, as the smells of baby poop and playdoh waft gently through the air.
But overall I am glad that they are here. It makes Mr. S so happy to see his kids and although he stresses out like Armageddon itself is coming down upon us all I know that he will miss his children dearly when they have to go back home. I am also learning how to go with the flow and find my zen amidst complete chaos.
On a bigger and much more selfish note Mr. S and I have never been wonderful and this is while he is at his most stressed. I think if anything this experience has strengthen us.
But don't ask me to watch your kids. I just wanted to make that clear.
I have learned a lot.
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