My Nanny Left and I Became a Guilt-Free Supermom–Temporarily
When our nanny of three years announced she was going back home to the Philippines to see her family, I was truly happy for her. When she told me she’d be gone for six weeks, I panicked. How would I cope? It was December, the most hectic time for my gourmet gift business. It was the holiday season, and I had three kids off school looking for action. And it was winter, with an old black lab who needed lots of walking. My husband was swamped with work, my parents were away on a cruise, and my mother-in-law was heading out of town.
Did I mention I’m a neat freak?
So I did what any sane, work-from-home mom would do: I looked for a temp. But after many missed interviews and awkward phone calls, I decided to take charge and reclaim my life. Aside from not wanting to pony up the cash while my nanny was on her paid vacation, I reasoned that I could handle my own family for a measly month-and-a half.
Friends told me I was nuts. Random moms in the school pick-up line offered me the numbers of cleaners and babysitters. Some even offered to pimp out their own nannies. The more other people insisted I couldn’t possibly handle it, the more I knew I had to at least try.
Proving the naysayers wrong was no mean feat. The first casualty was the dog. The poor guy soon learned that, while the world may be his toilet, he was now confined to the back of the house. As the snow fell on our poop-filled backyard, I learned to trust my kids out front. The oldest took pride in keeping his two younger brothers in check—and on the driveway.