An Unexpected Benefit

We now have Nanny S coming Monday through Thursday to take care of the big boys and get them off to school once I have left for work. This simplifies my life in many ways: I only have to drag one kid out of the house with me in the morning, I get home earlier two days a week, and no latch key for Brady!

The last two weeks have gone pretty smooth except for one incident in which Sullivan refused to move in the parking lot and Nanny S had to pick him up and carry. The story was relayed to me by Brady, so it must have not traumatized her too bad, and so far, she has not quit.

After the first week I asked the kids how they liked her and Brady said, “I don’t like her at all. She is so BORING! She won’t let me do ANYTHING that I want to do.” That is all I needed to hear to know that she is wonderful.

There has been an unexpected bonus to having someone come to our house every day. We are actually keeping the house picked up. Part of the reason I have not hired a cleaning service (yet!) is because it seemed like it would be too much work to keep everything picked up in order for them to clean. Really. By the time I have everything picked up and put in the proper spot, the dusting and mopping is the easy part, at least it seems that way to me. And as long as I do not have anyone scheduled to come over, I can get to it when I get to it. But now I feel the pressure to get to it every evening (Sunday through Wednesday that is!) and not let it pile up.

The kitchen floor is swept, the sink is empty, the counters are sort of clean and there is only a very small pile of assorted stuff in the middle of the kitchen table. The living room floor is clear of hazards like Legos and McDonald’s toys and stinky socks. The bathroom is clean-ish. That is about as good as it gets around here. Mark asked me how long I was going to try to keep up this illusion and I am thinking at least another week should do.

And since I am apparently more considerate of other people than I am of myself, I have gotten into the habit of laying out the boys’ clothes and packing Brady’s lunch the night before. I have their shoes, backpacks, and jackets ready by the back door. I never did that sort of preparation when I was the one getting the boys’ off to school in the morning.

My mornings are so calm. It is weird. Lovely, but weird.

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About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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