Leave Me Money for Dinner!!

I stayed late with the runts tonight while the parents went on a hot date.  I get really peeved when there's nothing to make myself for dinner.  I mean, I'm there all day where I bring my breakfast, lunch, and some snacks, but I expect to be given money for dinner if I'm working a long ass day.  Why shouldn't you treat me to dinner once in a while?  Am I wrong to expect this?  Here I am, slaving after your kids all day while you gallivant around TriBeCa, and you expect me to eat what for dinner?  Giving me $10 for dinner means a lot.  I'm not a millionaire and you clearly have nothing in your house, otherwise you wouldn't go out so much. 

Parents, it's the little things that make Nannies(and Babysitters!) happy.  If you leave a note saying "here's $10(or $20 if you want to help include tip), buy yourself dinner tonight"...we would feel so appreciated.  I won't use the whole $20 and the change is yours.  A little thoughtful tip from the HobokeNanny.  Make us smile!

Dinner Dilemma

Everyday, I feed my charges dinner.  I always find it weird because the parents don't get home at a late hour.  I leave work at 5:30pm.  How come around the NYC area, many parents choose not to eat dinner at home with their kids?

Growing up, regardless of when my parents got home, we always ate as a family.  If we had to wait until my dad got home at 7pm, well, we waited.  We would have a snack of fruit or veggies and then did homework or watched a TV show while we waited.  

Which brings me to ask why do parents ask their Nanny to give the kids an early dinner?  Is it because the parents don't want to cook?  Because that's what it seems to me.  But then again, with prepared foods being such a hit in Hoboken, what's so hard about warming something up and eating as a family?  If a parent ever wonders why their kids don't want to talk about what goes on in school or if there's a social problem, you should think that maybe the Nanny knows about since that's who your kids have dinner with.  Parents, take the time, order a pizza, and eat as a family.  Everyone will absolutely love it.  And PS- leave your phone where it won't be a distraction.  Dinner time should be family time.  Every second of it!

The Jealous Nanny Stare

Yesterday I was at Church Square playing with one of my kids.  He wanted to go down the slide but is too young to go by himself.  So, what does an awesome Nanny like myself do?  I went down the slide with him!  Wouldn't you know...this gray haired lousy looking Nanny was staring at me like I was some monster for taking my kid down the slide.  Are you kidding me?  She was there with two girls, probably 7 years old, just sitting there doing nothing.  And she has the audacity of giving me a look for having fun with my charge?  What I wanted to do was go up to her and say "do you have a problem?"  Maybe next time.  Nanny, why don't you try having fun once in awhile?

Confessions of a Nanny 

Part II

My biggest fear is if my charges get bumps and bruises on my watch.  Sure, it happens, and it's not my fault, but it still scares the crap out of me. 

When a baby cries

Why do Nannies and parents jump the second their baby cries?  Do you not realize that you're setting yourself up for doom?  Let the thing cry.  The baby is fine...they cry for no reason whatsoever sometimes.  

And also, to the people who stare at the Nannies and parents who actually do let their baby cry: Mind your business.  If a baby is crying in a stroller, chances are it doesn't want to be in the stroller.  But why take the child out and teach it a bad lesson?  

Let.Your.Baby.Cry.

(Church Square) Park Bench Nannies 

Part II

I now realize why all of these awful Nannies sit here.  They wait around to get free lunches from the city and use the kids as a reason to get the lunch.  I rarely see the kids eating the free lunch, but sometimes I do.  So, Parents, do you know that your kid is eating a warm-from-the-sun ham and cheese sandwich slapped on two pieces of white bread?  No veggies, maybe a piece of fruit.  

BAD BAD BAD!!

Emailed

BABYSITTER CONFESSIONS PART I

When you lousy parents decided to stay out late, I put your kid to bed without a Pull Up(or UnderJam as they call it for old kids) on.  Because you know, he was 8 years old and you still made him wear one.  Why? Because you were too lazy to teach him how to get up and pee in the middle of the night. You were also too lazy to get up in the middle of the night in case he had an accident.  Which by the way, never happened because when I was there in the morning to take him to school, he woke up DRY every.single.DAY!  

I also secretly wished you didn't suck so much.  Poor boy just wanted to spend time with you.  To him, I was his best friend.