Quicky

I thought that once we were in Nantucket I'd have a little free time. The kids, after all, were scheduled to be in camp from 9 am to 3 pm. Well, I didn't count on one child with a double ear infection and another going to the emergency room to get six stitches, therefore both staying home for the rest of the week. Nor did I count on the kids opting out of camp to stay home and torture me--er--I mean...play. The point is, I've been a lot more busy than I counted on. Especially in the last day or two, I've had the song "I'm Going Slightly Insane" by Queen stuck in my head. The twins have been particularly abusive lately, and I'm afraid my energy for them is entirely depleted. Little Farran has been pretty sweet since she got her stitches, partly because she's more or less helpless (they are on her knee, so she doesn't walk--she hobbles) and partly because everyone has been paying attention to her to make her feel better about having her holidays disrupted by a semi-serious injury. I feel like my being here is almost entirely pointless because the girls won't listen to me and they are entertaining themselves by playing with the kids of the woman whose house we're staying in. I guess I've seemed somewhat melancholy because Farran (mom) asked me what was wrong. I told her I was missing home and family. Telling her that did about as much good as telling her that this job is stressful. "Once you're home, you'll be wishing you were back here!" She keeps telling me I shouldn't be homesick and no sooner will I be back with my family that I'll be sick of them, that I should enjoy seeing all these beautiful houses that we've been staying in. I should enjoy the houses...because that's the only part of the vacation I see. I'm not saying that I should get to go off and play and such, because this my job and I'm getting paid for it. (Actually she hasn't paid me in about six weeks...but she promises she will...) It's just not very much fun lately. Sitting around the house babysitting sick kids isn't exactly thrilling. And the twins really are abusive. Sometimes physically, but most of the time emotionally and mentally. I'm not really taking offense to their words, just to the fact that they are allowed to say those kinds of things to me with little to no fear of getting in trouble for it. And even then I'm not really taking offense, I'm just getting worn out. I'll try and post something a little more detailed and hopefully some pictures soon, but we'll see. So far I haven't taken too many pictures, since mostly all I've seen has been the inside of houses. Anyway, less than two weeks to go. If anyone is willing to have a get-away car ready for me at the airport, I may be willing to pay handsomely for it. Say, two dozen applesauce chocolate chip cookies?