I noticed today, that I apparently I didn't notice anything yesterday. Or more to the point I didn't write about it. I find I'm getting better at noticing things everywhere I go.
I went for a job interview yesterday. As a nanny. Much as I love serving and working with the elderly, I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere with the other company. So I switched age groups. The place I went was a high rise apartment building on the river. Not sure I've ever been in a building with 26 floors before. And that wasn't even the top. Imagine my surprise when the potential employer opened the door and my urologist stood before me. I think because he was focused on another part of me, he didn't recognize my face. Geez Louise, talk about good material for a writer.
As I waited for the Mrs. to finish pumping, I sat at a table in the combined living/dining room. The blinds were drawn so I couldn't partake of the incredible view they must have. I couldn't help but notice the minimalist style of design. There was a couch, a TV, a chest of sorts, and the table where we sat. One picture on the far wall, and three small squares, wood?, on the wall behind us. That was it, except for the baby in a swing in the corner - across the room from the play mat. Not a paper out of place, a burp cloth or a baby blanket. No bottles, nursing pads, magazines, soda cans, or potato chip bags. I kind of felt like I was in a museum, but it didn't feel untouchable. Just the exact opposite of my house. There's something to be said for a lack of "stuff."
I'm not sure how the interview went. I was asked some questions I didn't know how to answer. Like what is my child rearing style. Style? I never knew I had a style. Times have changed in the 40 years since my babies were babies. They've changed a lot in the 17 years since Robert was a baby. Ashley did accuse me of "spoiling" Gracie when she was here for a week. Maybe spoiling is my style. I can say I don't believe in spanking. Weneki and Johnson might have something to say about that. But like I said, it's been a long time since I was in the position to spank someone.
When the interview was over, I rode down 26 floors in a mirrored elevator. I noticed I didn't look as confident as I did when I rode up. When the valet brought me my car, I noticed I felt out of place. Like I was the country bumpkin nanny coming to town for the first time.
I also noticed today that I did NOT want to get up when the alarm clock sounded. My arm reached out from the pile of blankets I curled up in, turned the thing off, and went right back to sleep. Oh my it was hard getting up 45 minutes later. I'm kind of wondering why I'm not tucked in and asleep right now.
I'm wondering if someone asked you "what's your style" how would you answer that? Doesn't have to be about child rearing.