The Nanny THIEF
Just when I’m convinced there couldn’t possibly be anything more to worry about as a mom, my nanny returns home with my son to tell me she’d nearly been kidnapped by a fellow mother.
When Declan’s nanny started working with us 9 months ago, she told me then that she was available because her former family had begun to make too many demands. They included asking her to revamp her insurance coverage in order to tote the kids to and from school and other events. Our nanny, Leslie*, simply didn’t fit the mold, so she sought a new family such as ours.
After interviewing her at one of our local malls, I hired Leslie on the spot and she was to start in two weeks.
On day 1 of working with us, Leslie laughably brought up the fact that she had heard from the former mom. Former Mom (FM) reached out to Leslie to revoke the additional demands and beg her to come back since her kids missed Leslie so much.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve already started working with another family,” Leslie told her.
“Can’t you just tell the new family that you’re sorry and you won’t be able to work with them? I’m sure they’ll be able to find someone else,” FM said.
Oh okay, thanks FM. I had already scratched the whole concept of having to find someone as caring and nurturing as me to care for my son in my absence off my mental list of anxieties. How sweet of you to suggest a fellow mom be left to struggle at the last minute to take on this process once again.
“I’m sorry, but I’m going to stick with my new family,” Leslie luckily replied.
Fast-forward nine months to last week when Leslie took Declan out around the block on his new trike. She returned a short time later.
“Guess who I just saw?”
“My former family.”
“What? The mom who made all the demands?”
“How? Did you know they lived in here?”
“No,” she replied, “they just moved into the neighborhood.”
“ᴼᴹᴳ, how awkward was that?”
“So awkward, especially when she said ‘well if it doesn’t work out with your new family, we’re still looking…'”
Is she serious?! She literally hit on my nanny, in front of my son, no less!
Just when you think you can quietly throw in a load of laundry and take care of some emails while Leslie walks your son, some hussy FM comes along and tries to steal her out from under you.