I've left it too long, again. It's been a week since my last blog post and such a lot has happened. Mostly stupid things. Hideous things. Things I don't really want to talk about.
Oh my God.
I don't know what to write. Maybe I have lost my secret blogging powers?
Maybe I never had any in the first place??
I need a cup of tea. Hold on.
Ok, I am now feeling more inspired after taking a sip of hot tea. Also I've burnt my throat because it's boiling.
Let's start with my 'big news' although it's not really big and it's no longer news, I guess. Drum roll....
The mum of the au pair family asked me if I wanted to carry on working for them next year.
I'm sorry, Shit Au Pair, who's that again? Not me, pal, not ME.
be honest, I think they just can't be arsed looking for a new au pair,
but still... I can't be that bad, can I? It didn't come as a complete
surprise that they wanted me to stay next year but only because a few
weeks go, while the nine year old was having her bath, she suddenly said:
"What you do next year you? You go to London?"
It was one of those times when you just know the parents have been putting words into their kids' mouths, so I
answered carefully, telling her I didn't know yet. Then I went to get
her some crisps from the kitchen (she can't have a bath without
Pringles. Sometimes she drops them in the bath and then eats them) and
when I came back the mum was in the bathroom and Emma was whispering to
her. I couldn't be sure, but I swear she was relaying to her mum what
I'd said about my Future Plans..Then last week, when the girls were at the country house
with the grandad and it was just me, the mum and the toddler in the
house, the mum came right out and asked me what I was doing next year.
"I don't know... I'm scared!" I said.
"You're scared?" she asked.
"Yeah... I don't know whether to stay in Paris or not! I don't know what to do... Why do you ask?"
She said she wanted to know if I'd consider staying with them next year. I told her I'd have to think about it.
I know that sounds crazy, after everything I've said about being fed up
of being an au pair- sometimes I wonder why I decided to do it for
two years, never mind doing it for three years- but recently the au pair
job has been going really well, although that might have something to
do with the Easter holidays...
For the first week of
the holidays the girls were away
until Friday, so every evening (apart from Wednesday when I wasn't
needed at all) I arrived at the house for half six to take over from the
nanny.. I played with the toddler, gave him his dinner and
then went home at about eight pm. The toddler is a gorgeous kid, he's
got huuuuuge brown eyes with long eyelashes and he makes me laugh a
lot. He is obsessed with that Gotye song 'Somebody That I Used To Know'
and he watches that really popular YouTube video, where five people play
the song on one guitar, at least three times a day. Even though he
can't speak French yet let alone English, he tries to sing along and he
pretends my arm is a guitar. (Have I told you this before by the way?)
One night I babysat
until midnight but I actually enjoyed it because at the time my room
was still a hideous monster's lair of shoes and dirty dishes, so it was
nice to spread out in their gorgeous, immaculate house and help myself
to their chocolate and posh cheese.
Then last week the girls were at home but it was really fun. We started playing a new game called Le Diable Porte s'habille en Prade
(The Devil Wears Prada): we take
it in turns to be Miranda, the editor, and the two assistants, Andrea
and Emily. At first it was just me and the eight year old playing but
then the eleven year old joined in as well which I saw as a small
triumph because she's normally too cool for me and the eight year old;
she refuses to play with us, preferring to spend all her time on her Mac
book looking at photos of herself on Facebook.
Wednesday we had a really fun day. We made fairy cakes using a recipe I
copied out of my mum's Hummingbird Bakery cook book the last time I was
home and then we spent the afternoon 'doing choreography'. The eleven
year old and I spent ages choosing a song to dance to and the eight year
old went off in a strop because she said we were taking too long. I
decided to leave her on her own for a little bit, hoping that if we
ignored her she'd get bored and come back to us; but after we chose a
song to dance to I have to admit I just forgot about her completely
because I was really enjoying myself!
The eleven year
old put the Titanic theme tune on and we mouthed along to it and then I
started messing around, swirling around the room, pretending to do
ballet. Whenever I listen to music on my headphones (well, used to,
before I broke my iPod and then had my phone stolen and then lost all my
music when my laptop broke) I imagine doing ballet in my head, no
matter what type of music it is. I don't know why it feels so
satisfying, pirouetting and doing pliés in my mind to
Drake songs (I mean, erm, something cooler), but I've done it for ages
and my Secret Dream is to do it real life, but I can't because my room
is teeny tiny and filled with shoes.
I finally got to realise my dream of leaping doing 'ballet' to pop
music. The eleven year old started mirroring me and we worked out a
routine. The eight year old came and sneakily watched us in the doorway
and then said she wanted to join in, but by then me and the eleven year
old were bored with Celine Dion so the girls chose another song- it was
put the video up so you can watch it and imagine us doing ballet to
it... I knew it would be brilliant doing ballet to random songs. The eleven year old has got a fucking huge bedroom as well so we had loads of room to leap about and get into it. When the
chorus kicked in the eleven year old did a street dance routine and me
and the eight year old did ballet around her... Ha ha. They made the
grandma come in the bedroom and watch and I had to do it with them...
awkward times. There was a few moments when I had to dance on my own as
well and I didn't know what would be more embarrassing- to do them
really half-arsed or to put loads of effort in, so I swapped between the
two, probably looking like a very slow and backwards person who thinks she is really good at
ballet even though she clearly cannot dance.
(Secretly I think I am
really good though, it's one of those awful things where one day someone
will have to sit me down and say 'Honey, we've all spoke about it and
we've decided we need to tell you that you are quite shockingly bad at
dancing, particularly that weird thing you do that you think is like
ballet. You need to stop doing it public.' The awful thing is since I
did the Lil Wayne ballet dance with the girls, I have danced in public
three times and made a big show of everyone watching me, but I will tell
you more about that tomorrow!)
It was so fun though. I might start a new exercise craze- Ballet to Hip Hop and RnB.
hope the grandma doesn't know any English swear words... The girls have
got the uncensored version of the song and I winced when Lil Wayne says
'I look just like my fucking dad'. It's not really my fault though,
it's the mum and dad who let her download rap music and hip hop. They
don't bleep anything out in France so all the radio stations play
American music with swear words in and all French kids download them and
learn the words... The girls keep singing that song that goes 'So what
we get drunk/So what we smoke weed'. Hmmm.
Oh I have to go to bed now! And I haven't told you anything! I
get up early and walk to work tomorrow because I don't have enough money
to top my Navigo up, still haven't sorted my bank card out. Well. I DID
sort it out but I can't collect it because my bank is closed for Some
Reason, they are doing some work on it. This is why I don't like banks!
When I get my card and I'm going to withdraw all my money and hide it
inside my bikinis like I did last year.