My job is pedestals above yours

Yeah, you wish you were a nanny. It's cool enough to be able to say, "What do I do? Oh, I'm a nanny."

Which I won't be able to say once I go to school. And I'll cry. Because Alex and Lauren are my life.

Mary said several times today, "Wow, you must love your job."

How can I not?

I play and I play and I play.
I change diapers.I discipline.
I get x's and o'x out the wazoo.
I get the joy of making a crying child smile.

Okay, I could do with out the smelly diapers...but the rest pretty much rocks.

I'm doing what I always wanted to do. I am making a difference in someone's life.

And that rocks.