Today, Sav and I were sustained as “primary workers”.

Translation: nursery.

Last week, were excited by our new calling.  This week we found out what it entailed: babysitting other people’s 2-year-olds.  Not the easiest two hours of my life, but at least they go by fast.  Three of the kids are angels.  Two of the kids are pills.  The other three are somewhere in-between.

Next week it’s just Sav and I.  Wish us luck.  I think I’ll start wearing machine-washable pants.

Currently listening to: “The Poison” by The All-American Rejects

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