Robin has puked twice tonight. Maybe he’ll feel all better tomorrow and will go to kindergarten, but I have to brace myself for the possibility that tomorrow I’ll have to miss my German class to stay home with a puking kid. The bright side of this is that I might get reimbursed for a portion of my class and earn some overtime which I can cash in around Christmas. But damn, tomorrow is going to suck if I have to stay here.

This weekend, if my visa doesn’t get here between now and then, I’m going to the airport to buy a ticket back to the States for December eleventh. Besides the fact that I won’t be able to spend my birthday with Ader, going back to New Jersey for a month might not be the worst thing in the world, if only because it will be a break from the lovely household I’m currently residing in. This weekend I’m also going to find the hotel I reserved and do a walkthrough of all the places I want to take Ader. Maybe that sounds a little crazy, but he’s here for such a short time that I don’t want to waste any of it being lost. Plus I’ve filled up this weekend with plenty of coffee dates so that I have plenty of excuses not to be here.

This next week is going to be unbearably slow and next weekend way too fast. I wish there were something I could do about that. And while I’m wishing, I wish someone would just tell me already if I go accepted into law school.

The weekend after Ader visits, I have to babysit on Friday and Sunday nights, which is miserable but results in more overtime. That Saturday afternoon I’m hopefully (knocking on wood) going to visit Beata, a Polish lady who lives in Putzbrunn and is looking for an au pair for her eighteen month old daughter, Julia. We’ve only had one phone conversation so I’m trying not to be too optimistic, but this job sounds infinitely better than my current one. Even if Beata turns into Mr. Hyde once I sign the contract, she would still only be one miserable person instead of five. And I know that babies, especially babies who are learning to walk, can be exhausting, but they’re still cute enough that you can’t really get frustrated with them. The job, as Beata described it is picking Julia up from day care, playing with her, and then cooking dinner for the three of us. Not my dream career, but kind of my dream au pair job. So basically, I just have to keep hoping that things will work out as I want them to.