A long long time ago, I Nannied for a family with two awful brats. I'm not just calling them brats to be funny. They were truly awful brats. They were the worst when the Parents were around and just completely disrespectful.
One day, we were on a playdate and the 5 year old girl decided to poop her pants. No big deal. It happens. So, I cleaned her up and borrowed some clothes to get home in. I put the dirty clothes in a plastic bag. Everything was fine. So, as you know from previous posts, the Mom was the Micro Manage Mama. (I think I wrote about her in August. The one who always called on my off time, who would tell me what the kids can eat..blah blah.) We got home. I made dinner, gave the kids a bath, everyone was great. While the Mom was on her way home, she called me(as usual) and asked how the playdate was. I told her that X pooped her pants and it was no big deal. From the time we hung up to the time she got home, she had called the playdate Mom to see how I handled the situation. Are you f'ing kidding me, lady? Did I not just tell you that everything was fine???? The Mom got home and had the BALLS to tell me that she spoke with the playdate Mom to see how it went. F YOU! No wonder I quit!
Parents, if you don't trust your Nanny, DON'T HAVE A NANNY.
One day, we were on a playdate and the 5 year old girl decided to poop her pants. No big deal. It happens. So, I cleaned her up and borrowed some clothes to get home in. I put the dirty clothes in a plastic bag. Everything was fine. So, as you know from previous posts, the Mom was the Micro Manage Mama. (I think I wrote about her in August. The one who always called on my off time, who would tell me what the kids can eat..blah blah.) We got home. I made dinner, gave the kids a bath, everyone was great. While the Mom was on her way home, she called me(as usual) and asked how the playdate was. I told her that X pooped her pants and it was no big deal. From the time we hung up to the time she got home, she had called the playdate Mom to see how I handled the situation. Are you f'ing kidding me, lady? Did I not just tell you that everything was fine???? The Mom got home and had the BALLS to tell me that she spoke with the playdate Mom to see how it went. F YOU! No wonder I quit!
Parents, if you don't trust your Nanny, DON'T HAVE A NANNY.
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