I read a great deal of historical fiction and love "Downton Abby" (not quite as much this season as previously though).  I began to notice a pattern---even the nanny gets a half day off.  I  gently shoved that idea on the  table at #1 Daughter's home and WAA LAA it happened. 

The first time was truly a half day-12 hours. #2 son came for the weekend to meet the princess--so I bolted out the door before he had scraped his shoes off on the door mat.  It takes thirty minutes to drive to my house so there went an hour---30 minutes for a good bath---and 10 1/2 hours sleeping.  

This day off has turned into 28 hours when Dr. SIL had the rare day off.  I collapsed on my bed and slept 3 hours as soon as I got home.  THEN I began the task of catching up.  It seems that MANY things slide into the column of I will do that later when you know The Little Man will be up at 4:30-5:00.  After everyone is in the bed, the dishes are washed, tomorrow's lunches ready to be prepared, a load of laundry in the washer and the dryer, I head for the bed myself.

I have learned that a 5 minute shower is plenty to get the top layer of spit up, sticky, today's meals, dirt from the boys' excavation site in the back yard, and any other of sundry substances I have come into contact with during the 15 hours since I got up.  Everything else can be put off---until Nanny's Day Off.

So after my nap--here are a few of the "I will do that later's"-

 I have shaved my legs--well in truth first I had to cut a little length off the hairs and then shave since I have not had my razor out of the bag since arriving at #1 Daughter's house 2 1/2 weeks ago.  After my long soaking bath to accomplish this--it took about 30 minutes to clean out the tub.  HEY--I am SMOOTH now!

Then there were the eyebrows who had been cast in their own production of 50 shades of gray.  Ms Clairol #12 fixed that problem--but then you could see all those stray brows.  Out came the tweezers.  Proud to report---you can now see I DO have eyebrows and all the wild hairs have vamoosed!

After sleeping 10 hours---it was time for a shower to wash my hair which had accumulated enough product during the week to allow it to stand as stiff as a board--straight out.  I have now officially been in the bath more minutes in one 24 hour period than I was for an entire week.  Happy to report I will begin this next stretch of Nannydom clean.

My nails---Well Scarlett, I will think about them tomorrow!  I did actually get a layer of make up on and my clothes are clean and I am rested.

The Princess and Her Knights

What I am left wondering is HOW IN THE WORLD DOES SHE GET ALL THIS DONE?  I raised 3 only children--they were born in three different decades-and one was pretty independent before the next came along.  This notion of having 4 babies in 5 1/2 years is only for the super woman.

I have an entire group of posts coming, once I resign my nanny position, of Living in the Land of the Little People.  NOT for the weak or faint of heart--the realities of day to day life with four children in your space make for an interesting story.  I am nominating my daughter for Most Courageous---for it truly takes courage to pull this off and keep smiling, laughing, and loving what you are doing.  She is MY HERO!


  1. This is hilarious. I nominate you for the Super Nanny award. We were nannies for Emilie's baby girl a few years ago, and we were exhausted at the end of the day...and it was 2 of us and only 2 kids. I truly can not imagine 4. Hang in there, Girl.

  2. Well, that's some energetic bunch there, friend! Funny that my post today is about my own new grandson.

    We do cherish those little ones, don't we!

    A long hot bubble bath is my go-to stress reliever. I'm thinkin' of you ...

  3. You have made my morning, Lauralu. It gave me belly laughs on this cold, snowy winter morning here in Virginia. I can well remember walking past the mirror one morning after about 1 1/2 weeks at Meredith's house when her second arrived. It was pretty much just me doing everything, including caring for the little 'Tazmanian devil' that I lovingly called my first grandson. I took a quick glance at my mirror image and thought,'Yikes, I look just like the Great White Witch! Get yourself to the hairdresser asap!'

  4. Hi Lulu! That's a lot of activity Grandma! My daughter is pregnant with #3, and I wonder how she does it with a 3 and 1 year old...that's nothing compared to your daughter's family!
    I'm so glad you could get a soak, chop off some leg hair and feel human again! (Don't you wish you lived closer, so you could have another half hour in the sack?) I nominate you for Grandma of the year!!

  5. chanting: You can do it!--I have no idea either how she does it, whew, that just makes me tired to think it. Blessings


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