If I say anything more about "counting" or "final," I'm going to shoot myself.

Just so everyone knows, I have ten days remaining in this country.
And only six days of work. Woo-hoo!

The past weeks have been hectic, especially since I've been trying to manage a full work week with three part-time jobs. Tuesday afternoon I had a random babysitting job from my nanny agency, and I got overwhelmed and lost in Beaverton and was twenty minutes late. I am very particular about being punctual with work, and the tardiness just about did me in. The oldest of the three children is a very assertive, self-absorbed five-year-old. He just about did me in. I spent four hours that afternoon fantasizing about working as an accountant.

With the heartbreak of leaving families who have become my family and the stress of working with child strangers, I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take care of other people's children.

My brother is back from Iraq, and will be home for a few weeks beginning this weekend. This is good.