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Going the Nanny Route

Still shell-shocked on the sticker price of the first daycare I went to look at, I haven't braved another just yet. I plan on looking at a couple more mostly because I feel that a daycare center would be the best place for our child(ren). My dear sweet husband has taken over the task of looking for a nanny. He's checked out craigslist for some ads (some were super weird*) and he ended up posting an ad on there to see what kind of responses we would get. Ultimately, we were hoping for some rich, bored housewife that just really loves kids who's looking for something to do... And we may have actually found one! J's been emailing back and forth with a promising candidate for about a week and a half and she actually sounds legit. We are going to meet her this Saturday at Starbucks and getting references, etc from her then. If she passes that test, and her references check out, we are going to go to her house and meet her husband and daughter to make sure all of that checks out.

I'm nervous as heck. I am super skeptical and pretty much just assuming she's a child molesting serial killer who wants to drink my baby's blood - but I could be going a tad overboard. At the same time, I'm hoping she's the American version of Mary Poppins and will become like a member of the family and we'll all love her dearly and she'll watch all of our children until they are too old for a sitter.

She's not asking for much money at all and she is willing to come to our house some, so if she's not a total creep-out, I'm really hoping this works out.

Wish me luck. And if you don't hear from us after Saturday morning, the psycho child molesting serial killer has murdered us and drank our blood...

*One ad on craigslist was a lady offering her babysitting services in exchange for Gucci purses, and other designer goods - W.O.W. bet she's a reliable choice.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Fingers crossed!!!
Anonymous said…
Oh, yeah, that was me....

Grammy
Max's Mommy said…
Very cool if it works out!

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