It's only nine o'clock and I'm already in bad mood, likely to stay this way for the rest of the day.
I'd just like to say that I love children, this is why I want to teach and this is why I am a nanny. Children are cute and interesting, full of surprises, etc.
But I do not have any children of my own and I don't plan to have any, not in the near future at least. Being a teacher or a nanny gives one a big advantage over being a parent- there are times when there are no children with you and near you, when you can have a bit of a break, sometimes so necessary, from their company. At least this is what it should be like.
This is why I am in such a state at the moment. It is selfish what I am going to say and I do feel ashamed but my grumpiness is stronger than me this morning. The thing is, that in order to be good with children I need to be psychologically ready for their company. And living in the same house with two of them I know that when I come downstairs for breakfast I need to be prepared that the will want my company and I am OK with that- OK because I am prepared.
Today at 7:30 I was not prepared for two children running into my room- one jumping on to of me and the other demanding the permission to play on the computer. They then returned into the room in a similar manner every time when I managed to get all snugly again. The reason why this took place- they are spending the morning with their daddy, who doesn't give a fig where his children are and what they are doing. I begin to believe that men are hopeless careproviders... It is his fault that I am unnerved by the children that I love so much.
I am unnerved because I hate being woken up by surprise. I tend to wake up a few minutes before my alarm clock rings, and even the fact that it was an alarm waking me up not myself can leave me grumpy for the rest of the day. Now, two children violating my personal space when I was planning to sleep for another 2 hours leave me feeling a bit edgy. And I need to recover fast, cause in an hour I take over the responsibility of looking after them and I can't allow myself for any hostile feelings. I need to be happy and sunny and loving and caring. What shall I do to get back on track? Yoga?!? I feel so angry at the moment, I don't even trust myself to go for a breakfast as I would certainly meet my host-dad there and I don't feel like saying 'good morning' to him today...
Those are the adventures of me back in my au pair shoes... the shoes which are not always quite as comfortable as I would wish them to be...
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
Cambridge
There is something special about this town. Something that makes me want to go there as often as I can and allows me to brave the streets crowded with tourists (it's the Asians, as usual, but also many Portuguese and Spanish speakers this year). I do not consider myself a tourist, it is my town, it has a special place in my heart. Every year it waits for me patiently to come and then welcomes me and wraps me in its snugly, historical, romantic atmosphere. It is like an old friend to me. But I really mean the city itself here, not the people- they are just there, and I am not sure whether they add to or spoil the atmosphere of it all. There are lots of them and they are loud, but they can be also interesting sometimes- I like to watch them...
I have a favourite bookstore in Cambridge and on the top floor it has a cafe. I enjoy picking up a book and taking it there to read and to observe other people sitting in the cafe at the same time. They are my background and sometimes I just stop reading for a moment and try to analyse them. They all have their own lives, their own different stories, we all do in fact. But by sitting in that cafe, at that particular moment our stories become interwoven. They are the background for my story and I am the background for theirs- it is really quite amazing when you think about it...
The couple in front of me- the guy doing all he can to sound witty and interesting and to become a part of the life of the pretty girl who is sitting there with him. The noisy English girls giggling over their bags full of shopping- perfectly happy, their heads full of nonsense. The Asian family- they are really grasping- a father treating his four daughters to some hot chocolate, they look so happy, he obviously feels out of place but is content to just watch his girls. And then the three French girls sitting next to me. Completely oblivious of their noisy background, of the chatty British- they are laughing and playing cards together, occasionally make a remark in their pretty language...
Everyone, everything fits together here. And then there is the place, this particular town that makes it possible for all these people, and me among them to come together and just be, be a part of the whole...
This beautiful town, full of Roman walls, the universities bursting with their heritage, the stunning old architecture, the cute bridges, the narrow winding streets...
I have a favourite bookstore in Cambridge and on the top floor it has a cafe. I enjoy picking up a book and taking it there to read and to observe other people sitting in the cafe at the same time. They are my background and sometimes I just stop reading for a moment and try to analyse them. They all have their own lives, their own different stories, we all do in fact. But by sitting in that cafe, at that particular moment our stories become interwoven. They are the background for my story and I am the background for theirs- it is really quite amazing when you think about it...
The couple in front of me- the guy doing all he can to sound witty and interesting and to become a part of the life of the pretty girl who is sitting there with him. The noisy English girls giggling over their bags full of shopping- perfectly happy, their heads full of nonsense. The Asian family- they are really grasping- a father treating his four daughters to some hot chocolate, they look so happy, he obviously feels out of place but is content to just watch his girls. And then the three French girls sitting next to me. Completely oblivious of their noisy background, of the chatty British- they are laughing and playing cards together, occasionally make a remark in their pretty language...
Everyone, everything fits together here. And then there is the place, this particular town that makes it possible for all these people, and me among them to come together and just be, be a part of the whole...
This beautiful town, full of Roman walls, the universities bursting with their heritage, the stunning old architecture, the cute bridges, the narrow winding streets...
Friday, 3 August 2007
Salcombe
I am back to 'my room' after a week spent at the seaside with 'my family'. It was lovely, even the moody British weather didn't manage to spoil our time there. Yes, there was some rain, but on the whole we had lots of sunshine, much more than we had expected, and a very nice holiday as a result.
I love Devon. It's so beautiful, and when the weather is nice, well it's just breathtaking- the sunshine reflected by the turquoise water, the boats slowly rocking on the waves, the delicate sea breeze on my face, the hills and the stunning rocks- what is there not to love?
The only downside of the area is that it is the favourite place of the British well-off middle class families to spend their holidays, as a result walking along the charming little streets of the town one is in danger of hearing too many empty-headed, narrow-minded and snobbish conversations of these people. This really puts me off of the entire nation. Favourite topics- clothes, gossip, property prices, and properties themselves, posh schools to which their kids ought to be sent and more of the such- it is really quite distasteful. And these people do actually feel that they are on top of the world, right after the aristocracy that is...
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
The Land of the Queen...
I am in England once more. I come here so often, it feels almost like home. I have 'my family' here, 'my children', 'my car', 'my room', etc.
The kids are great- R&O- 5&7 and they are 'mine' cause I know them almost all their lives. They can make me wish I had stayed at home sometimes, but generally they are very lovable. The Kubica book I got for R. was a huge success, but the flower one for O. was a bit less so. She spent the entire evening drawing funny men for me, but when I was putting her to bed, she said: 'actually, next time can I have a speedy car book like R? Cause flowers are a bit boring...' She made me laugh a lot. It's not easy to a be a younger sister, I know that very well.
My room is quite big, not the sweet pink/cream/brown one I lived in when I first came here. It's the same room, but my tiny telly is no longer here- there is a huge one, DVD, VCR included- but I really preferred the other one... There is internet and laptop on my disposal- so instead of reading a book I surf. And there are stains on the pink carpet, and a huge ugly table- my room was not like that... Still it's lovely to sleep in the huge bed again, to find a gorgeous bouquet of red roses especially picked for me by R, to have a long hot bath and to relax on my own.
I sometimes feel lonely and unhappy here, but on the whole I really like to spend my free time on my own in a peaceful, private room, that is untill a child comes knocking on my door and asking to come and play, and something like that does take place at least every 15 minutes...
And the there is the car- a red Rover, I used to drive a cute silver Hyundai, an automatic, which made my life so much easier, but for the past 3 years the red monster is on my disposal and I do not like it at all. I don't like driving, for one thing, unlike other people, I don't feel safe and happy behind the wheel, I feel potential danger- I could hurt somebody, so I try to be very careful, become very tense... And then parking- I am always terrified that I will hit somebody....
But soon, very soon I am off to Cambridge for the rest of the afternoon- will be able to 'get lost' in the tiny, sweet streets, go into a cafe and have a latte with a view of the adorable old town, I love Cambridge....
The kids are great- R&O- 5&7 and they are 'mine' cause I know them almost all their lives. They can make me wish I had stayed at home sometimes, but generally they are very lovable. The Kubica book I got for R. was a huge success, but the flower one for O. was a bit less so. She spent the entire evening drawing funny men for me, but when I was putting her to bed, she said: 'actually, next time can I have a speedy car book like R? Cause flowers are a bit boring...' She made me laugh a lot. It's not easy to a be a younger sister, I know that very well.
My room is quite big, not the sweet pink/cream/brown one I lived in when I first came here. It's the same room, but my tiny telly is no longer here- there is a huge one, DVD, VCR included- but I really preferred the other one... There is internet and laptop on my disposal- so instead of reading a book I surf. And there are stains on the pink carpet, and a huge ugly table- my room was not like that... Still it's lovely to sleep in the huge bed again, to find a gorgeous bouquet of red roses especially picked for me by R, to have a long hot bath and to relax on my own.
I sometimes feel lonely and unhappy here, but on the whole I really like to spend my free time on my own in a peaceful, private room, that is untill a child comes knocking on my door and asking to come and play, and something like that does take place at least every 15 minutes...
And the there is the car- a red Rover, I used to drive a cute silver Hyundai, an automatic, which made my life so much easier, but for the past 3 years the red monster is on my disposal and I do not like it at all. I don't like driving, for one thing, unlike other people, I don't feel safe and happy behind the wheel, I feel potential danger- I could hurt somebody, so I try to be very careful, become very tense... And then parking- I am always terrified that I will hit somebody....
But soon, very soon I am off to Cambridge for the rest of the afternoon- will be able to 'get lost' in the tiny, sweet streets, go into a cafe and have a latte with a view of the adorable old town, I love Cambridge....
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Feeling lonely.
A rather pessimistic post on my side today, as usual actually, but I feel that I ought to apologize anyway...
The past few days were quite remarkable. I had a great time and spent endless hours talking to my 'special' friend, went out a lot, visited new places and felt blissful.
But those days are over now. The flat in Poznan feels empty and sad again.
For this reason, I came to my parents' house for the weekend. Here one has no right to feel lonely- there is too much to do and too many people wonder in and out of the farm. I've already cleaned the kitchen and said hello to my cats, now I will look for another occupation, so as not to let the sadness creep over me.
I will be OK soon, I dare say. On Monday I'm off to Cambridge to do my annual nanny thing- hope I will survive ;)
xxx
The past few days were quite remarkable. I had a great time and spent endless hours talking to my 'special' friend, went out a lot, visited new places and felt blissful.
But those days are over now. The flat in Poznan feels empty and sad again.
For this reason, I came to my parents' house for the weekend. Here one has no right to feel lonely- there is too much to do and too many people wonder in and out of the farm. I've already cleaned the kitchen and said hello to my cats, now I will look for another occupation, so as not to let the sadness creep over me.
I will be OK soon, I dare say. On Monday I'm off to Cambridge to do my annual nanny thing- hope I will survive ;)
xxx
Sunday, 8 July 2007
the sun
Finally, a bit of sun...
The past few days were really horrible- so much for good Polish weather to show to my French friend...
I am thoroughly ashamed of the weather, it's not exactly hospitable.... Rather rude and unfriendly, really... Spitting rain on foreign visitors ;)
Just to add a bit to the previous post- I am rather more optimistic now about the flat. I am not at home, as my clothes have to live in the suitcase, so I am daily reminded that this is not my room, but... In general, I've setled in, no hostility at least...
Have a good Sunday, a sunny day...
The past few days were really horrible- so much for good Polish weather to show to my French friend...
I am thoroughly ashamed of the weather, it's not exactly hospitable.... Rather rude and unfriendly, really... Spitting rain on foreign visitors ;)
Just to add a bit to the previous post- I am rather more optimistic now about the flat. I am not at home, as my clothes have to live in the suitcase, so I am daily reminded that this is not my room, but... In general, I've setled in, no hostility at least...
Have a good Sunday, a sunny day...
Thursday, 5 July 2007
New Place
It's my first day/night in the new flat.
It's very strange... I feel exactly the same way as I did whenever, as a little girl, I went to spend my holidays in my aunt's house. It doesn't feel like home... It's not exactly friendly, the flat I mean, and the atmosphere here. It's weird, really. New place, new people, and gosh, I have intenet now, that's really amazing ;)
It's been very sad- moving out of my old flat, saying goodbye to the garden, to the cats, to 'the grandma', to the cemetery and especially to my flatmate. I will see her soon again, but it won't be the same anymore, we won't be sharing the same room, the same everyday troubles...
I feel sad...
It's very strange... I feel exactly the same way as I did whenever, as a little girl, I went to spend my holidays in my aunt's house. It doesn't feel like home... It's not exactly friendly, the flat I mean, and the atmosphere here. It's weird, really. New place, new people, and gosh, I have intenet now, that's really amazing ;)
It's been very sad- moving out of my old flat, saying goodbye to the garden, to the cats, to 'the grandma', to the cemetery and especially to my flatmate. I will see her soon again, but it won't be the same anymore, we won't be sharing the same room, the same everyday troubles...
I feel sad...
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