I am learning about moods and just how they might effect me or better yet..how they do not have to effect me at all.
Clayton 4, and George 6 are the brothers that I nanny for. It is not uncommon for me to walk into their home and Clay will look at me and say “he’s in a mood.” Meaning George.
At first George’s “moods” used to frighten me.
Clay and I would wait for him to get off the bus and discuss whether he would be in a good mood or a bad mood. Clay was always hopeful and said good; I was usually quite skeptical.
There was a lady today that was in a mood. We were at one of those indoor fun places and she was running the snack counter and made it obvious we were bothering her.
I have become used to Georges…
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