If you had told me a few years ago that I would soon be a housewife with two kids living in the suburbs and employing a nanny, I would have laughed and laughed HEARTILY.
Today, Maria came in to look after the boys for the first time.
If all goes well (and we can find the funds), she will come every Wednesday so that I can go outside and play “grown up” one day a week.
The last six months have been brilliant and fulfilling but, frankly, I need a bit of time to feel untethered now. It’s a luxury, of course, but for this, I’ll gladly give up a few pieces of sashimi and 3-ply toilet paper.
And no, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that our nanny shares a name with a famous musical Austrian nanny. Javier is practicing his best (latino) Captain Von Trapp impersonation as I write this. Fnar.
