Nannies

I just learned that our nanny will be losing her driver's license in March. It's amazing how one small simple statement can turn my life completely upside down. All of a sudden I have to find new childcare! ACK! Even before this revelation, Supergerky declared to his nanny that it was time for her to go home and for him to have a new nanny; preferably a boy nanny this time. Perhaps he is a bit clarevoyant? Unfortunately, me not working is not an option. We are toying with the idea of Daddy leaving his job and freelancing but that's pretty scary and unpredictable. Although then I would stop worrying that one day the kids would turn to me and say "daddy? daddy? do I know a daddy? the name is vaguely familiar but I just can't seem to place him...." So I obsess over how to handle this crisis. At least I have a few months to find someone or to figure it out. I am amazed at the nannies that are asking for salaries that are larger than mine (almost) and then accusing me of skimping out on my kids because I can't afford it. Um, hello? I am not a corporation, I am a mother who is working to earn enough money to pay the bills - would you give me the slightest break please? It would be nice to find someone to watch the kids who is truly motivated by the fact that he/she loves kids - oh but needs some money to live too. Does these type of people exist?

Halloween. Halloween was a blast. Magician was Tigger and still wants to wear the costume every day. It's a bit ironic that now that Halloween is over he wants to wear it because it was a huge fight that day to get him to play. I guess once he figured out the candy was involved he was more agreeable. He did the cutest little bounce too. Supergerky wanted to be supergerky again this year (that's what he was last year - an interesting costume since no one but he really knew what supergerky looked like - and we had a bit of trouble with the laser beams coming out of his eyes, but the moon boots were a nice touch!) but then decided to be something scary instead. We went with a Zombie, complete with white and black face paint and a plastic sickle. Okay, the sickle is more Grim Reaper than Zombie, but the sickle was cheaper than the machete and he didn't really care. After a while he got tired to carrying it anyway. He put it down and Magician picked it up and would not let go. We started to call him Psycho Tigger as he went to the doors. Too cute. They made out pretty well all in all. They have pretty much all but forgotten about the candy by now. I'll probably end up throwing most of it away. Ah well, at least I didn't have any of my own left over. It's easier to waste someone else's money than my own I guess.

Well, it's back to work for me for now.