So we interviewed another potential nanny. She’s young. 23. And recently married. I couldn’t believe it.
“How come you married SO YOUNG?”
Before she could answer, Rick interjected, “What my wife means to say is, congratulations! How wonderful to be a newlywed.”
Yes, I’m sorry. That’s what I meant. Honestly, she saved herself like a gazillion bad blind dates and countless online dating memberships. Smart chick.
I really liked this girl and everything went well until she was leaving and I said,
“Do you need a bathroom?” because I assume that everyone must need to pee every 7 minutes like myself and how could she possibly be at our house for a whole 45 minutes without visiting the bathroom?! She must be crippled by bladder agony.
But she heard, “Would you like a bath?”
Surprisingly, she turned down my generous offer of a bath before she headed home. Some people just don’t know a good opportunity when they see it.
Of course, the last woman we interviewed fell down a small flight of stairs in our house so offering someone a refreshing bubble bath is probably an improvement.
Meanwhile, I am officially no longer wearing jeans. At 33 weeks, 99% of my maternity jeans cut off my blood supply. And the ones pair that doesn’t, just doesn’t fit properly.
So for the next five weeks, sweatpants are the new denim.
By the way, have you seen these new Huggies’ diapers that look like jeans?
I love them. So adorable. I think I have denim diaper envy.
Although it’s a bit disappointing that the paparazzi, the security guard and the red carpet are all sold separately.