Do You Know Where Your Nanny Is?
It's the first week in June, the kids are almost out of school and the countdown until our beloved babysitter returns home from college begins. So tired from my babysitter blues of the past, I didn't have the strength to have another babysitter work for us while she was gone. The thought of the interviewing process made my skin crawl. Much like the prospect of dating after being married, I couldn't handle the whole acclamation process and feared that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me that my kids weren't being cared for while I was away. Our history leaves me with a wary perspective.
Our first nanny experience ended with (my then 3 year old) son telling me that his nanny dropped him off at a strange man's house and left him. Even though my son could recount minute by minute what occurred during his time with the "stinky" stranger, my conscience would not let me live without consulting a forensic child psychologist on the possibility of abuse. Later we found out that she also lost my son in Target. Thankfully the security found him before a predator. Strike one.














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