Life as an Au Pair.
Since moving to Paris, I have become an au pair for possibly the cutest child the world has ever seen. She’s a 6 year old, knee high to a grasshopper, blonde haired and brown eyed beauty, who, to respect her anonymity, I shall call Belle. Because that she certainly is.
I have fallen so head over heels for this little girl, that I actually look forward to going to work in the afternoons. Not only does this job help me pay my way in Paris, so I feel like i’m not relying on my parents to give me money, (another AWESOME feeling; paying your own bills.) but it gives you such satisfaction acting as a second mother to a little kid. Trust me, the adoration is mutal, especially when she tells her mother that I am going to move in to their apartment, and live under her bed. An offer I politely declined.
To summarise the perfection of this job, I will describe my evening last night. Pick Belle up from school, met a new mum, who is from California, and gave me a biscuit to munch on whilst we discussed Downton Abbey. Got back to the apartment, discussed the musings of Belle’s day, and her philosophy on how to correctly dunk a biscuit like a princess. Proceeded to follow through on this philosophy by dunking biscuits in tea. Draw. Play. Watch Finding Nemo. Talk in French. ALL FAVOURITE PASTIMES OF MINE. get paid. go home.
Isn’t life a peach?