Hello there! We’re a few days before the end of the first month of this year. And it is just now that I found some time to try and blog about the happenings in my household. In the last post three months ago, I talked about the nannies I’ve had in the past few years. And I did mention that nanny #6 came back with the thought that all will be well. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Everything went downhill from there. 5 weeks after she came back, she went AWOL. After all her talks of working long term or not […]
But here’s the thing. Letting my mom handle my responsibility in taking care of my son made me feel guilty. She already sacrificed a lot since I gave birth and taking her time away to do the things she loves away from her again didn’t sit well with me. I knew that I needed to find a nanny whatever it takes. Don’t get me wrong. My family has been very helpful in my situation as a solo parent. But I know that they also have things they want to pursue, responsibilities and obligations to take care of, lives to live.
Z just turned 6. And in the 6 years, we’ve had 6 nannies in a span of 3 cumulative years. Not as many as the others, that’s for sure. I’ve heard others had around 9 in a year! For the 3 years that we didn’t have one, it was my mom and my sister who took the responsibility of taking care of my son.