Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Not the Mama

So, I mentioned in my previous post that I had been a nanny for about a year. Although I would love to amuse you with all the sordid details of that, I won't, because A) apparently my nanny stories are not as amusing to others as they are to me B) you never know who may be reading and I don't want to incriminate any god awful parents, ahem, I mean people, who may or may not have been supposedly raising these children when I was not at their home.

Anywhoooo- the older of the two children was this notoriously cranky 2 year old who loved to scream at the wind for blowing her hair in her face. The first time I saw her was when I went for my interview. The front hallway of their home was very dark except for the light coming from the kitchen. There was an image running towards me with her hands waving in the air (like she just don't care) and she stopped right in front of me.....stared....screamed....and ran back to the light at the end of the hallway. Seriously-it was love at first sight.

So blah blah blah a year goes by blah blah blah I occasionally come home from work crying blah blah blah...we sing A LOT...she gets time outs A LOT...we spend every waking moment from 8 am-5:30 p.m. together...and then..i leave. That my friends was the hardest night ever. I put her to bed crying (me not her). She wiped my tears away, even though for the entire year before I had been the one to do that. I promised her it was not her fault and told her I loved her and left. <>

We went out a couple of weeks ago and she introduced me to everyone she saw as her best friend. Who would have thought that I at 30 would be honored to have a 3 year old refer to me as her best friend? I understand the importance of having a nanny when you are working to help support your family, or you are a stay at home mom who just needs a couple of hours a week to get your life in order and be an adult, however when you are a stay at home mom who just "can't relate" to her 2 year old and you pay someone to come into your home for about 50 hours a week, you best be thinking of stronger forms of birth control. She has no idea what she was missing that year. Maybe some time I will go into it in a little more detail, but in the meantime I am just psyched that my "best friend" and I are going to see Nemo on Ice this weekend.


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