We’ve been desperately searching for a new babysitter. I’ve posted the job everywhere.
One problem is candidates are googling my name and finding my blog. And apparently not everyone is looking to care for a boy who lives in a dishwasher. Or work in a house with a raccoon skull. Or come over and check out my new breast pillow.
I wonder if it’s too late to be anonymous and call myself Motherhood in NYC.
I did recently receive an email from one candidate (who hopefully is not reading this right now) who sounded awesome.
A graduate student majoring in child development.
Extensive experience as a nanny.
Experience with twins.
And then came the final paragraph…
“I am also an animal lover. I have six cats of my own and a new puppy…… One of my cats is leashed trained, so I walk my cat and dog together! I get plenty of attention for sure!”
Wait – what?!
So I read the email to my husband, who was sick, exhausted and at the time scrubbing baby food off our walls and he said…
“Book her. She sounds great. Hire that woman immediately. ”
“What? Hire her? I don’t even know her. She could be an animal hoarder.”
“She’s an animal lover. Not a hoarder. There’s a difference. Book her.”
“Rick – I have to talk with her. Interview her. Make sure the kids like her. Check her references. I found her on Craig’s List and you want me to just hire her? Don’t you care about my security? But obviously I’m calling her. We’re dying over here. I’m not scared off because of a few – okay, six cats. And frankly, I’d like to see that cat on a leash thing.”
Plus, we have six kids. Okay, four. But the point is – it’s a lot.
Then I talked to my mom who is also a huge animal lover. She’s the one after all who thinks each of my children looks like her dogs.
“Mom – what do you think about a potential nanny who has great experience but also has six cats and walks one of them on a leash?”
“Just be careful because she’s probably furry.”
All I could imagine was some nanny who doesn’t shave her legs or armpits which isn’t a problem as long as she folds laundry and washes dishes.
“What do you mean when you say furry?”
“She’s around cats all the time. She’s probably covered in hair and it will end up in your house.”
Good point. I’ll bring her in for an interview. See if this gal is furry or not. Unless of course she’s reading this, in which case, I’ll keep looking.
mama bird notes:
I’m over at The Mouthy Housewives today giving advice on what to do for fun when you’re too old to bar hop but too young for shuffleboard.