So it’s been three weeks. Three weeks of London life and I have attained a bank account, a phone plan, a library card and a newfound appreciation for silence. I now know what tube line to take to get into central London, how to queue properly and that in London, if someone smiles at you they probably you to donate to some charity. Yep, I think it’s safe to say I have settled in here.
Being an au pair is in many ways, exactly what I expected. I wake up each morning and help the mom get the kids ready for school, put away any dishes that washed over night and maybe fold some clothing. In the afternoon I will pick up one of the kids from school and basically just help out the mom with making dinner and getting the kids ready for bed. Sounds easy enough right? Well truthfully, it is. But I think I am very lucky; many au pairs would have to fight the urge to hit you if said their job was easy. It can be trying when one of the kids (ahem, or just the same kid every time) refuses to get dressed or eat in a timely manner, or decides that day to criticize everything you are doing, but you can’t take it personally. A thick-skin should be a requirement for becoming an au pair!
While I expected what my daily duties would be like, the way I feel when I’m working surprises me each day. Each day I feel a new sensation of fatigue or frustration. I’m confused by things that I wouldn’t think twice about at home. Thinking about using the microwave? I hope you like puzzles! More than anything though, I am surprised by how happy I am with the kids. The unfaltering love these kids can have for a stranger that just three weeks ago showed up in their country astounds me. And I have to say, I couldn’t be happier that I get to be that stranger.