Surviving Kids (part-time)

I was bored at school. That is why, I was itching to do something else, since summer. It sounds like a good idea to get some part time job. A life at work. A life at school. A life at home. Seems fun and income-generating.  I ate everything I said about part-time jobs before as what can I do while waiting for my papers anyways?

I had a few. One I quit after a day. It was just ridiculously tiring. After a year living here, the balanced-way-of-living has gotten into me, and to never stress yourself out.  Maybe its a perk  of getting married. There is that someone, charming to ease you from  financial worries.

But then again, it rooted all from boredom. And I don’t think school is enough to teach me the language. Although, unbelievably,  they have ‘curses’ on textbooks. I don’t think my husband, my parents-in-law, friends and or classmates are enough as well. So why not, learn from the kids right?

Yes. I just got a part-time job in a vugguestuen. Never had experience with kids, except my nephew which I only played with for some months before I left. But of course, we had the babysitter to do things for him. So I am spared with changing the diapers and pacifying him. I got nervous really, the first day, with no experience and my gebrokkent dansk.

But I survived! Without missing a limb!

I survived the playing time – I had been to prison and invited into a party where we eat sand! And chewed on an invisible chewing gum.

I survived the eating time – when everyone eats rugbrød for lunch. EVERYDAY.

I survived the nap time – when I just drank coffee and munch on my snacks and had some gossip talk with my colleagues. Took almost 2 hours.

I survived the meeting time – when we ate  cake and trying to survive  their typical Danish conversation -picking just a few words and connecting them to make sense out of it.

I survived my 1st time to change diapers – with the kid, himself teaching me how-to. Seriously! It was the time that I was left alone and I couldn’t just stand the smell of it. So I have to.  I couldn’t figure out which of which things to use, so I often asked the kid, aged 2, for confirmation.

These kids are adorable. I would want to have one myself in the future. Or maybe two, if finances will allow. I can manage.  I will surely miss them when I will leave the place. But it is not a bad idea at all, to have something like this as part-time whilst I study.

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