The good news: 3 cooking days left & then a month off.
The bad news: 3 cooking days left & then a month off.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm endlessly cooking for a Girl's Night Out. I feel like I have adopted a whole troop of girls & I'm sad to think I won't see them for a month. It is a weird sensation. My job doesn't feel like just a normal job, I don't know how else to describe it. Not that they all think I'm wonderful & the best thing ever, but so many of them have become 'my girls'. I treat them how I would want someone to treat my kids when they go out into the word. And I've developed...a friendship...a mentor-type relationship....a house Mom-thing....with a lot of them.
It will be so weird when those girls begin to graduate. I can't even ponder it yet!
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