#jess needs sleep

[jessmarianowrites-blog]

Happy Easter/long weekend/chocolate. If somebody wants to melt some chocolate in a cup and mix it with coffee then bring it to me at Truncheon,I'd be grateful

[arkofblake]

i love when i cant sleep lol

[arkofblake]

oh my god sebastian stan man you’re looking good man oh man let me tell you something you ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets he’s gonna get arrested because he’s killing all the ladies look at that pow pow pow pow pow

[jessluvsjuice]

Ahh yes that glorious moment when you find a fic you’ve been looking all over for. And slowly you start thinking shit did I imagine reading this story? Shit did this not really exist? And then bam you find it and it’s like the universe smiling on you.

[twinmills]

x

[queenofshenanigans]

There are three constants in life: Cheese is fucking awesome Ron Weasley is the best And No matter how much the Teen Wolf cast changes, the male cast will always be able to double for a Sean Cody orgy video.

[jessluvsjuice]

Okay no my job isn’t some high powered, big league, mega respected job. Most days it’s bottles, diapers, books I’ve read a thousand times, and picking up the same messes over and over an over. But it’s also hugs and cuddles, sleepy smiles, and hearing my name chanted.

Some days are hard really hard. She’s cranky, or I’m tired, sometimes she’s sick, or I have a headache from the ridiculous theme songs of her favorite cartoon. It’s having a Disney app and three disney radio stations on my iRadio app. It’s literally not getting to finish a cup of coffee before it goes cold.

Some days I feel like a failure at it. Like I’m the worst nanny ever and this kid is gonna be so screwed up cause she was left in my care. Other days I feel like she’s the best thing in my life.

So no my job isn’t mega important, except to the tiny human that looks at me for care. No it’s not really respected, except by her mom who knows when she leaves tiny human with me she’s loved and cared about. And yeah some days I mess up and it takes me hours to get her to go to sleep. I forget to dry her blanky and nap time becomes a war of wills. And some days I’m so tired all I want is to crawl back into bed and sleep all day. But I can’t because she wants breakfast, and to play, so while I warm her cereal I make a pot of coffee. Take Tylenol before the music begins, an listen to her laugh at the same books over again. I’m a nanny, I help raise someone else’s kid, I deal with all the messes. I’ve been puked on, peed on, pooped on, have had mashed peas in my hair, and I’ve sat up rocking her all night because she’s had a bad dream. And I wouldn’t trade it for any other job in the world.

[jessluvsjuice]

Anyone want to come hold me while I slowly lose my mind today?