Clip, Clip. Snip, Snip.

There is one cabinet in the kitchen that Hannah is allowed into. One.
No harm can be done because it only holds papers and a phonebook. Much to Hannah's delight it is not locked, and she can pull all the papers out and throw them everywhere. Then, lucky me, I get to clean them up and put them back until we play this fun little game again.

Well, today, of course Hannah was in said cabinet and I notice she has pulled out an orange folder and all of its contents. Thinking it must be her older brother's homework I took it away from her and began putting the papers back into the folder.

It wasn't homework.


Paperwork. For a vasectomy. Partially signed.


As if the wonderful folks at Nick Jr. knew how mortified I was, Oswald (a musical blue octopus) burst into a musical number that went "CLIP, CLIP. SNIP, SNIP."

I died.

Nannyland

This blog has been a longtime coming. The basic premise? The economy sucks, and - recent college grad that I am- I'm stuck working jobs for which I am over-qualified. My job titles of late? Well let's see we've got:

"Nanny Kat" I've become a baby poop connoisseur. And a stay-at-home-Mom. At the age 22. Here comes the airplannneee.
"babyGap Sales Associate Kat" Would you like a sweater to match the jeans you just shoved into your purse?
"Beauty Representative Kat" You can make your eyes pop in three easy steps!

Jealous? You should be.

A place for me to jot down the ever-comical occurrences of my day-to-day life so that 5 years from now (and oh-dear-God, it better be sooner than that) when I'm happily serving as the Director of Communications for a non-profit, I can look back at this time in my life and laugh. Who knows, by then, I might even miss it.