Sunday, October 17, 2010
Nanny Number Nine quit. Well, not exactly "quit". She half quit. She can no longer babysit on one of the days I go to work. Which means, me = on a steaming pile of manure. And also, me = faced with the teeth-grinding process of finding someone else. The conversation went like this. NNN: "Oh, by the way, I'm not going to be able to do Wednesdays any more, starting next week." Me: "Are you f&cking kidding me?" Actual Me: "Oh no. That's too bad."
I'm doing fantastically well in my new job. First I basically denied having a password for the computer system, only to find that, in fact, I did have one, that I myself had created, and then forgot about. Then, my crowning moment: one night last week, after my last client had gone, I turned off the lights, set the alarm and locked the door as usual. I walked to my car, chuffed as a puppy and proud of myself for being a working Mum. Two days later a colleague informed me that I was not the last one to leave that night, and that I had locked her, and her client, in the clinic, in the total darkness, with the alarm armed.
My littlest son has stopped napping. I repeat, STOPPED. Every day for the last month I have tried to fool myself into thinking it wasn't true, religiously placing him in his crib every day after lunch with his bottle. Surely he was just going through one of those nap-refusal phases, and would be over it soon. SOB. It was just wishful thinking. Nap time is dead and gone. Which means? NO ONE IN MY HOUSE NAPS ANY MORE.
Posted by Lady Mama at 8:31 PM