The nanny, the most unpredictable person you can have as part of your family. If you have a ‘stay out’ which is the term used to refer to a nanny that comes in the morning and leaves in the afternoon. You know that struggle of waiting for her to get to your house at the agreed upon time which is either 6 am or 6:30 am and she just doesn’t show up. You will call her but of course she will not answer, on the other hand you will be running late for work. If like many mothers, you do not have the luxury of staying close to work; you will be calculating in your head what time you might be walking into the entrance of your workplace…of course this all depends on what the time will be when the “Nanny” walks in. When you finally give up, because even if she does walk in you would still be terribly late for work and there is no ‘day care/creche’ that could possibly enroll your baby in just those minutes, plus there is no budget for that…right???
So you do the only thing left to do which is call work and make an excuse for not coming in, change to “home clothes or mommy-mode clothes” – this will be any old items or just loose fitting clothes you feel comfortable in. And then the second job starts, laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning and all of the other exciting chores “we” mommy’s do! Before you know it, hubby is back or your other kids supper homework *school this time* just like that the day is over…what you thought you could get a 1 hour nap, honey that is a luxury we all dream and fantasies about.
Not forgetting the lucky mommy, the one with a ‘stay in’ ow such a beauty this is if the relationship is a good one. Everything will fit in like a puzzle you wake up go to work, come back from work she is there with baby safely tucked in the comfort of your home… bliss! She really does not need to cook or clean well as long as baby is all giggles and is clean then all is well.
My nanny who was recommended by someone who sang her praises so well I was convinced she would stay till AriBear had siblings was and still is a sore point to me… After she arrived and we did all the pleasantries and established a “working” system, I started work. When I came home I asked the common mommy questions, “Did she eat?”, “did she poop?”, “how was the poop?”, “did she drink her bottles and how many?”, “has she bathed?”.
The baby had not bathed, the whole day and it was 7 pm at the time. All I am thinking is we spoke about this. She tells me AriBear ate so naturally I will ask when… “In the morning, she answered so casually”. Good Lord! Its 7 pm AriBear didn’t bath and didn’t eat. I bath my baby, at this point I am using the “lead from the front notion”. As soon as I unwrap the nappy I find a rash so bad it is raw and is bleeding AriBear is screaming her little lungs out with pain. Lead from the front I keep repeating to myself. What am I feeling?? I am horrified, sad, angry but mostly confused this person is ‘the best’ they sang her praises so loud I couldn’t refuse her. Maybe she was overwhelmed and trying to find her feet with the new job, right? So I go through the system with her again, in good faith.
The following day I come home from work and AriBear looks like she woke up in a cave or some bush far in the jungle, of Lord knows what! My girl has a big thick Afro which obviously needs to be washed brushed and all that, but I could see there was no attempt non whatsoever. It get’s better…