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Jun. 9th, 2004 12:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseAs I might have mentioned before, my mother offered me $10 an hour to look after Clara when it was needed. Well, the summer program Mella plans to enroll her in doesn't start until Monday, so I was asked to keep an eye on her in the mornings while Mella and my mother were at work. I figured, hey, Clara's a nice girl, I'm doing okay with the kids at work, I could use the money, maybe I'll try it out...
Well, it didn't quite work out so well as I'd hoped. I got through three hours when my frustration level finally hit maximum (fortunately Mella came home right about then, saw how stressed I was, and offered to take over). I didn't visibly show that I was frustrated, but I think Clara sensed it all the same, and that's really not fair to her - she's been with a lot of different people in her short life, some of which probably didn't care about her that much. She deserves to be around someone who wants to be spending time with her, or at least someone who doesn't have all sorts of frustration issues with small unreasonable people.
Fortunately, I talked to Mella and my mother, and they understand that I've got enough other things going on in my life right now that I don't want to deal with this particular issue at this particular time. Mella's going to work something else out in terms of childcare, and I'm going to...well...do my thing. And I can still earn some money - there's still plenty of sewing to do, and sewing projects do what I tell them to, generally speaking. Living with Clara, while a bit of an adjustment, shouldn't be too much of a problem - she's very good about respecting people's things, especially for a 6 year old. So we should get along fine in general.
And life goes on...and I continually have Phantom songs going through my head. Probably not surprising, considering how much I've been listening to the soundtrack...
Well, it didn't quite work out so well as I'd hoped. I got through three hours when my frustration level finally hit maximum (fortunately Mella came home right about then, saw how stressed I was, and offered to take over). I didn't visibly show that I was frustrated, but I think Clara sensed it all the same, and that's really not fair to her - she's been with a lot of different people in her short life, some of which probably didn't care about her that much. She deserves to be around someone who wants to be spending time with her, or at least someone who doesn't have all sorts of frustration issues with small unreasonable people.
Fortunately, I talked to Mella and my mother, and they understand that I've got enough other things going on in my life right now that I don't want to deal with this particular issue at this particular time. Mella's going to work something else out in terms of childcare, and I'm going to...well...do my thing. And I can still earn some money - there's still plenty of sewing to do, and sewing projects do what I tell them to, generally speaking. Living with Clara, while a bit of an adjustment, shouldn't be too much of a problem - she's very good about respecting people's things, especially for a 6 year old. So we should get along fine in general.
And life goes on...and I continually have Phantom songs going through my head. Probably not surprising, considering how much I've been listening to the soundtrack...
