I'm thinking of retitling this post, something related to the Nanny Diaries seems entirely appropriate. Yes, as a summer job I am a nanny. I'm a nanny to one child: a six year old little girl who was adopted. Oh, and the family lives in one of the richest areas in our state. Stereotypical, right?
Yesterday while walking the dog, the little girl gets invited by the neighbor's daughter to play. So we go over for a few and she plays with the boys from across the way and the neighbor's daughter. The neighbor is a very nice woman, probably late or mid thirties, very down to earth. She wears nice moderately unmomlike T-shirts... but she wears capri pants that stop right at her ankle, so it almost looks like she outgrew her jeans. Not too bad, right? Wrong. She bends over to pick something up in the yard yesterday, and BAM! I get a full view of her black thong. Excuse me? Why are you wearing a thong? Or a thong with jeans? Or a thong at 38? Or a black thong? Or how about why aren't you wearing a belt!? Sorry, no judgement, just not what I expected...nor what I think should be seen. I hope that view is only seen around the house and not anywhere else.
Today. The car started shaking. That's right, literally shaking, like the old car rides at the amusement park. We're 10 minutes away from the house heading back from gymnastics which is an amazing and unnecessary 30 minutes away. The dog is also in the car. It happens to be about ninety degrees out. Her mother will be home in 45 minutes. I still haven't had her do her home work or practice music. I'll now skip the part about having a hot, hungry, tired, whiny child in the back seat as we follow the mechanic's car at a crawl down back roads to the shop and jump to the part where we get home and the dog pees on the carpet the minute we walk in. Oh, and how there was not a single paper towel in the house and the carpet cleaner couldn't be found. Awesome.
