Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Nanny Diaries...

I just need to vent a moment.

I hate my job. I mean, I am grateful to have it...but I hate it. I hate it mostly because while I do indulge in laziness quite often...it is not affecting anyone but me to do so. Too lazy to put the pile of clean clothes away right now? It doesn't bother anyone but me, because no one lives in my bedroom but me. Too lazy to go to my bed and take a nap so I fall asleep on the couch? The couch is STILL big enough that Jamie and Randy can both sit on it, lol.

The brand of laziness I hate is the kind where you are too lazy to do something, so then it becomes MY problem. I'm too lazy to pay any fucking attention to what my kids do in school...so it's totally my nanny's responsibility. I am too lazy to remember to ask my kids if they have any homework to finish before I take them out to dinner until 8:30...so now the fact that I didn't know they had homework to finish becomes my nanny's fault...my nanny that had to leave to do her OWN school work. I am too lazy to care for the $3000 dog I HAD to have, so it immediately becomes my nanny's job to walk it, feed it, bathe it, clean up after it, and keep it on it's heartworm and flea meds regularly. And when the dog pees in it's cage and keeps me up all nights it is my nanny's fault, because she didn't walk it enough in between the 30 fucking activities I have her driving my kids and their friends to.

Well, newsflash. Your nanny is tired as fuck. Your nanny is pissed that she finished every last stitch of laundry in your house last Friday and came to work on Tuesday morning to not one, not two, but 5 HUGE loads to do...which, may your nanny point out, is SUPPOSED to be your cleaning lady's job, but she never does it. Your nanny is in the process of moving, working for your lazy ass full time and going to school. Your nanny has her own dog to care for. Your nanny DOES indeed have a life outside of your family, because here's the thing: It's YOUR family. Your house, your laundry, your kids and your dog. You chose to have it all. You hired me to HELP you take care of it...not do it for you all the damn time. Keep pissing me off and you are going to know what life is like when you have to actually live it yourself.

That is all.

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