In my mind, being a teacher had always been a dream ever since I was a little child. The knowledge, mastery and collected attitude of my tutors had heavily impressed me back then. Even the lack of care and passion from high school teachers hadn’t been able to scratch my determination. And after many long and painful years, I had finally made it to my dream.
However it hadn’t been as pink as I had hoped. Teaching children sure was fun and very gratifying, at least for me, but it really took its toll on me. When I would return home, I’d be way too exhausted to do anything other than eat, watch TV or sleep. The social butterfly I had been back in my teenage years was gone. Now I was what they called a responsible adult. And to think I had promised myself to avoid this path as much as I could. But when you have to raise a baby on your own, it surely changes your views on life. I was not complaining about it though, Camilla was a total sweetheart and I certainly didn’t regret adopting her a year ago. With my busy schedule and the effect it had on me, the need for a babysitter had grown considerably.