Le cauchemar

I don't even know what it was really about-- satanic rituals or something, but I woke up screaming. Sure enough I woke up the boys. How embarassing? When considering a position as an au pair, maybe someone would think about what to do if a child has a nightmare. I didn't for sure. Of course these positions aren't usually full time like mine is, so dealing with nightmares would probably be left up to the parents. But what do you do if you have nightmare? I sleep with my door closed so I had to get up to make sure Alexis and Maxime were okay; they were. I on the other hand was still shaking while they looked at me like I was crazy. I was finally able to go back to sleep. At least there was no school today, so the boys could sleep in for a bit.
Another thing you should think about as an au pair is what to do if a child starts crying. That one is more obvious and easier to deal with in my opinion, as long as you understand what the problem is exactly. For example, Max burst into tears this morning after breaking his favorite toy. Luckily it was an easy superglue fix and I let him play his drums while he was waiting for it to set.
Showers and homework were easy as always. I did partner reading with Max and he made fun of my accent. Alex reassured me and said I sounded fine. He also sneaked half the brownies I had been saving for Max's party tonight.
There is so much food in the house. Ger keeps bringing food over for dinner even though I told her what we were eating for the rest of the week. She also keeps warning me that the food will go bad if we don't eat it soon. I threw a bunch of stuff away this morning. Leftover lasagna from last night, the rest of the pasta from lunch, mushy pears and carrots from the bottom of the refrigerator.
The boys are at the party now. I think I'm a little surprised that I wasn't invited. I mean for gods sake, I'm doing everything for these people, the least they can do is take me bowling one night. At the same time I'm sort of glad that I got to stay home. I'm not being constantly bombarded by children who don't understand why I need them to repeat themselves slowly, I can take a little break, catch up on my reading and things I need to do for school, plan my day for tomorrow, and of course (the top priority on every au pair's list) grate parmesan.