THE CREEPY, WEIRD AND DISGUSTING

So after the best job ever as a nanny came to an end. I started working for a couple with two children a boy and a girl. I was told they were pretty laid back and just a nice couple. First day on the job I was told just briefly for the care of the house and the children. I was to keep the house tidy which was not to hard because they kept it looking clean from what I saw. I was told that the little girl who was 2 was being potty trained and I remember being very impressed by how articulate she was cause she spoke like a 5 yr old. She was enrolled in a class 3 days a week which was let out around 1:30 pm and would be dropped off by a fellow friend of the parents. I was also given instructions for the little boy who was 5. Unfortunately he was a constant bed wetter, at nights and even at naptime. So my responsibility was to wash his clothes he wore to bed as well as the sheets. So every day I washed sheets and made up his the bed sometimes twice a day. He was picked up in the morning for school by the bus and dropped off at the end of the day. I was told to get to his stop early and wait for him to be dropped off. I was showed my bedroom which was sort of part of the family room. From the kitchen their were a few steps you can walk down to. My room was on the right at the bottom of the steps. There was an open area where a small couch and tv was. They kept all the kids toys/games in that room. So I figured it was the family room. My hours were pretty normal 8:30 am to 6:00 pm. So first day on the job everything went according to what was told to me by the parents. Bed was wet and I had to change both sheets and the little boys clothes. I got both kids dressed, fed and was sent off to school/classes. I put the sheets to wash and did my tidying up and prepared lunch for the little girl who was returning from class around 1:30. I remember the little boy being very quite and sometimes even shy. He loved when I read books to him and would sometimes join in a board game of Hi Ho Cheerio or even Candy land. We would go out to the back yard and smell the jasmine flowers that grew in our neighbors side yard. He loved the swings and would ask me to push him. After pushing him numerous of times. I decided to show him how to swing himself using his legs. I remember his face as he would go really high in the swing. He would have his eyes closed with a look of contentment of his face. I sometimes would have to call his name twice maybe three times to get his attention. One day I was told both kids would be home  that day. We had breakfast and lunch they both had naps but the little boy woke up early due to him wetting the bed at nap time. I changed his clothes and sheets. Put them in the wash and  came back upstairs to the kitchen. I gave him a snack and decided to just find out more about him. He was so shy that I really did not know that much about him. As we were talking the little girl woke up. I went to get her and brought her to the kitchen. I prepared her a snack and the buzzer went off for the washing machine. I told then I would be right back and went to get the clothes out the machine to put it into the dryer. I finished and walked upstairs to see the little girl back against the wall hiding behind the kitchen chair  her brothers hand was in between the bars of the chair and touching her vagina. I freaked out and yelled hey. He jumped up I asked what is going on here. The little boy said "nothing" that he was just playing with his sister. I separated them and sent him to his room and had little girl down in the living room. I called my employers but could not reach them, frantic I called my old boss that was friendly with them and got the woman. I went into the bathroom and explained in a disbelief crying voice what had just happened. I was told to don't make a scene to upset the kids. She will try to contact them. I received a call from them and briefly telling them what I witnessed, the husband spoke to me briefly and said he would be there soon. He got home and I once again explained what I saw. He told me thank you for telling him and his wife and they will talk to them. Not sure how the situation was taken care of but I never witnessed anything strange after that concerning the kids. A few months into the job I started getting really bad headaches.  (I know them now as Migraines) As soon as the day was over I would  rush downstairs to my room and lay in the dark with a cold pack to my head. One day I had another migraine. The day had ended and I went to my room, took the light off and closed the door. I eventually fell asleep and was woken up by some sounds, at this time it was around 10:00pm. I sat up and heard again this sound coming from the family room. As I listened some more I realized that someone was having sex in the family room. I was ABSOLUTELY  grossed out. A woman voice sighing and softly moaning  and little grunts from a man voice. Of course I had to use the bathroom and could not. The bathroom was right across from my room but it would be to embarrassing for us all if I got out of my room and saw them having sex. So I waited until they were finished which was a little over an hour. Then they quietly stayed in the room for a bit and then walked up the stairs to their room or where ever they were going. I tip toed to the bathroom and came back as fast as I could. The next day I continued my daily routine as nothing ever happened. I waited to pick up the little boy and was approached by an all white hair older woman waiting for the same school bus. She asked me my name and asked if I was the new person to take care of the kids. I told her my name and replied yes to me being the nanny. She told me she was a grandmother and was waiting for her grandchild. She asked me how was  it working for them , I was a little weary...so I replied very nicely.. " the job was great". She was telling me about the last nanny and her experience working for them. I guess the last nanny had some sort of bad experience with the little boy and his bed wetting and also with the parents . She never went into details but the things she spoke to me about matched up to my experiences at the home. I remember  walking one day around the neighborhood with the little girl and found ourselves lost. We walked  around quite a bit looking for someone to ask for help but the only person I saw was the mail man. I walked up to him and asked him to show me where the address I was looking for. He did not answer although I knew he heard me. I called out to him again "excuse me" he ignored me the second time. I walked up right close to him and said once again "excuse me" He looked in another direction and walked away. I knew right then and there that  I was ignored due to my skin colour but for some strange reason I felt embarrassed. I eventually found my way out of this maze I was in and got back to the job. I continued working for this family for a couple of years until I just could no longer handle dealing with the bed wetting and the sex sounds. I gave my 2 week notice and they found another person to be their nanny. I did not fully realize exactly how serious things were until a few years after the job ended. I hope the little boy gets the help he needs. That job was an eye opener for me.

BEST JOB EVER

Sorry about my absence for the past couple of days. I have had some exciting news which I can't really share at this point but will soon.
So here I am in my apt in Brooklyn NY with no job and rent due. I took little odd and end jobs while I looked for a new nanny position. I frequently searched a newspaper called the Irish Echo which was quite popular with nannies looking for jobs. I saw an ad looking for a live in nanny for a family with a 3 month old baby. Thought it would be perfect. I called and left a detailed short message about who I am and my contact info. Thought nothing about it after the call. Well due to me not working I moved in with my brother and his wife. While staying there my mom visited me and we decided to go to Coney Island Beach just to get  away even for a moment from my stressful life. While at the beach. My mom and I talked about my past job situations and how desperate I was to find a new job. She calmly said to me write in the sand " I NEED A JOB" then go into the water and just  let the water cover our head. I did as she told me to and then enjoyed the rest of the time we were there. We went home and within an hour of us being home I received a phone call from the job in Long Island. We talked briefly on the phone and made arrangements to meet for an interview. I went to their home and met the family. The husband who was warm, funny pleasant and inviting and his wife who was also the same just not as funny invited me in. We spoke intensely about my qualifications and some personal background info. I remember the husband being about 6 ft tall and    having a long salt and pepper beard and mustache with matching long hair pulled back in a pony tail. He was wearing a T shirt with a ring of psychedelic looking patterns and colours  on it and his wife who was only about 5'4 maybe 5'5 in height. A little heavy set woman with long brown hair and average looking. I walked into the home that was very cozy a little untidy but felt like a home. We had water and coffee and talked extensively about my background in childcare. Everything went well and we said our goodbyes. I got home and played the waiting the game. I received a call from them late one evening and I was offered the job. I was asked to start that following Monday but needed to come in on a Sunday night per our agreement. So My first day on the job was very easy going. The husband stayed mostly in his home office, only came out for lunch and bathroom breaks. I would take walks around the neighborhood and local parks. Get to meet the other nannies that lived and worked in the neighborhood. After a few months of routine walking around meeting a few other nannies in the neighborhood. I met a few that stuck out in my memory. I was sitting on the park bench while baby was sleeping in the stroller and another nanny sat next to me. She was from Haiti and had a very strong accent. She asked if I was new. I replied yes. She then went on to say that she thought so, because she never saw me before. She asked how I like the job and I told her it was fine, family was great to me. She started telling me how her job was. She was so unhappy because she had to work so many hours with so little pay and how this family was so disgusting. She has to constantly clean up after grown people and their children. She was just "spilling the tea" about all the things that went on in this household. I started feeling uncomfortable..... not that I did not have my own stories, but it just felt weird. Thank goodness the baby woke up I said my goodbyes and walked back to the house. One Thursday morning when I was getting breakfast for myself. My boss asked me if I could take baby with me to my room that night cause they have friends coming over to watch "Friends" (yea... the comedy) I did not mind because at that point we had build up quite a relationship. It felt more of a family than a boss employee relationship. That night their friends (a couple) came over. I remember my bosses friend walked in and we were introduced. She kept staring at me but with not much to say. I took baby with me to my room and we watched tv until the guests left sometimes it would be until baby fell asleep. It went like this every Thursday night. "Friends Night" Now the pay was not at all great and I never made anything extra. But like I said they treated me like family and that was just enough for me. Even had my boyfriend over for dinner where we all sat down and enjoyed a meal that she cooked for us. I found myself being the person she would talk to when things were to much for her to deal with. Nothing big just sometimes a hard day at work ( she was a teacher)and she needed someone to listen. She shared how she met her husband and some in-law family issues  that was just irritating to her. I being a bit younger and had not experience those situations would just listen. One day both employers had gone into the city for business. I was tidying up and heard a frantic knock on the door. I opened it up to find my employers friend standing there. the  "friends " guest. The one that just stared at me when we first met.  She asked if her friend was home. I told her no and instead of leaving she came in and sat down. She  started crying then began to start talking and talking and talking about her issues with her boyfriend who was a lawyer but had some sort of disability that slowed him down mentally. I offered her a glass of water and at the same time my employer walked in. I excused myself took baby and went into the backyard. Would you believe she had been coming over every Thursday for their "Friends" hangouts and never, not once, ever thanked me or even apologized for the situation that occurred between her and myself. (maybe she was embarrassed). A couple of years had gone by and my employers sat me down and explained that they were going to put baby in daycare. It was to much for them to keep me on the payroll. I knew this to be true because  I would hear them on the phone trying to get loans  for the mortgage payments. So I kinda expected this. I would not have to leave right away. I had a couple of months to look for another job. They did introduce me to a couple that they were friendly with. Not so much friends with but they were friendly. They knew them for a significant amount time because the husband was a fellow teacher and they knew they were looking for a nanny for their two children. I met them and thought immediately they were a bit older looking to have children around 2 and 5 She looked around the age of 50 and he looked around the same age. Very quite, drab looking couple. I would sometimes babysit for them when they wanted to go out and that would be their way of introducing my self to the children. Well... my job finally came to an end. I remember crying like a baby and giving hugs to the family especially baby. I remember my employer saying that we would always see each other cause they lived not to far away from my soon to be new employers. So here I was at this new job with the parents of 2 children.. Ohhhhhh I wish someone would of warned me about this job.
UNBELIEVABLE!

MEAN COLD AND CHEAP

 After leaving my last job in NJ. I called the agency that I signed up with and decided to quit. At least they understood my position and we left on great terms. I decided to find a job on my own. I searched for jobs with things I knew I did not want instead of things I wanted because of my past experiences but everything was either paying really low or asking to take Sunday and Monday as my weekend. I saw an ad in a local community newspaper and called the number. I was called back for an interview. We spoke briefly on the phone about my experiences and I was advised that this job was a live out position. We set up a day and time to meet. I went to the home which was a quick train ride away and a maybe 5 to 8 minute walk. I arrived and was greeted by a normal looking woman nothing strange or unusual about her. I walked in but noticed she kept the house very dark, dark enough where you needed to put light on if you wanted to read, even though it was bright and sunny outside. We sat down at the kitchen table and we talked about my work experiences not so much about my personal life the only question she asked me concerning my personal life was my education. I thought that was a little odd since I did not understand how education would fit into cleaning. I answered all her questions she even took me to the room her mother slept in and her mother and I even spoke briefly. So all in all everything went well. I went home feeling great about the job. I waited by the phone for the call to say I got the job but nothing. 2 weeks went by and I decided to give her a call just to find out that she hired someone else. Ugh back to the drawing board. Now 3 weeks has gone by since my interview and I was still looking. One day I get a phone call from the woman I had an interview with for the housekeeping job in Brooklyn, she asked if I was still interested in the position I gladly said yes and started the job the following Monday. I arrived on time and once again greeted by her. I walked in and again still gloomy and dark. She went over her instructions for me concerning the care of the home but this time she requested me to make breakfast and lunch for her mother. (here we go again) I obliged and went to work. Her mother was not to much trouble the only thing that bothered me was she would constantly ask for me to sit down with her when I brought her meals. She would tell me stories about her life and show me her stacks and stacks and stacks of non winning lottery tickets. Not the scratch of ones but the ones you pick number for. Everyday it got worse and worse for me with my time for cleaning cause I would have to try to accommodate this elderly woman and try to perform my duties. I have been working on this job for over a month now until one morning I arrived  to work and was told that the leaves from the trees were building up and fallen branches and twigs were laying around and she did not like how it looked every time she came home. I just stood there waiting for her to finish what she had to say but mostly I stood there in shock. She walked away and continued her morning rituals. I was....  believe it or not in shock. I said nothing to her as she left for work and I continued on my daily tasks making meals for her mother, keeping her company and trying to clean this 3 bed 2 bath house. The day came to an end and my employer came back home with a stern look on her face as she opened the door. She came over to me and asked why did I not clean up the yard. I told her that I clean the inside of a house not the outside. Her reply to me was the outside is part of her house and I am to clean it up tomorrow. So I told her unfortunately I can no longer work for you. She said in a very nonchalant voice. "That's fine" I gathered my things and asked if I could say goodbye to her mother but she said very coldly "NO" I then asked her for my pay for the days that I did work. She looked at me like I farted and said "I will send it in the mail". I   again asked her for it cause I knew what that meant. She said very coldly again but with a little more base in her voice " I will send it in the mail".  I walked out the door and called the police they arrived and I explained the situation to them, they knocked on her door and she opened it and she explained  her side and told them she will send my pay in the mail. They even asked her to just pay me to avoid being sued but she refused asked if that's all and closed the door. The police advised me to take her to court because there was nothing more they could. I walked home fighting back tears. I waited a whole week but of course nothing came in the mail. I repeatedly called but with  no answer. I called another Aunt of mine in tears and told her what happened. She explained to me that scam has been going on for a while and sorry it happened to me. She then asked for the number of where I last worked and she called them pretending to be a lawyer and requested the money be sent to me or I would take her to court. Well that plan never worked cause I never received my money. I cried some long tears that week, angry that I was so afraid to fight for myself.  But at least I did not have to clean her huge front yard. Another lesson learned

MY LOVE FOR CHILDREN

I was thinking about something the other day and realized my readers have no idea how I became a nanny. So here is my short story. I lived in Boston in my early years and I remembered while I was in middle school. (Thomas Edison Middle School) for the week my mom would be away at work. So it was my older sister, myself and my younger brothers. We had church family as well as blood family around us plus my mother knew the doorman and he kept in contact with her about who was coming and going and at what time. One day my mom  took me to work with her. I knew what she did but never seen her in action. We arrived at the home where my mom worked. A really fairy tale looking mansion of a house. A wrap around driveway and a massive backyard. I was introduced to a really lovely woman and her 2 children both girls and around 3 and 5 yrs of age. They were very friendly and apparently loved my mother because they yelled her name out and ran to give her a hug. I thought it strange cause I was not that affectionate with my mother but I guess they were. My mom took me around this huge mansion and explained what the girls loved to do for fun and what her duties were. During the girls nap time, my mom made us lunch and then she went back to work. I remember very vividly as though it happened just yesterday. My mom went and got a bucket of soapy water and got on her knees and started scrubbing the floor. I have never seen my mom scrubbed a floor before. I have seen her mopped, sweep, dust, do laundry by hand and with a washing  machine even vacuumed but it was all done for us her children her home. Here my mom was scrubbing someone's kitchen floor. I remember just staring at her and thinking..... WOW! This is what my mom does. She would talk to me while she worked and asked about school and church. Of course I was not interested in talking about those subjects but I kept her company. As  she was finishing the floor I heard the girls  call out to her. She finished up and went to get them out of bed. I remember yet again very vividly my mom giving them hugs and asking them how was their nap? Yes it was strange to me to see that side of my mom  cause I didn't see that side of her on the weekend when she's at home with us..... her kids. We all played in this huge backyard until it was almost dinner time. I have to say those two girls really loved my mom. I felt a little uneasy with so much affection being given to two strangers (in my eye) but never told my mom. One Friday I went with my mom to work and towards leaving for the day. My moms boss asked her if it was okay for me to babysit the 2 girls. I did not want to do it cause back then I thought I had a life, but when she said she will pay me. I had a new life for that weekend. I  could not believe I got paid to play with two kids eat dinner and put them to bed and have time to watch my favorite show back then (Three's Company) That was my first paying job and I loved it. I would continually babysit for the girls ever so often and made some nice pocket change. Until my mom no longer worked for that family. Now that I have experience with babysitting I would try and find little summer babysitting jobs here and there and found a love  for taking care of children. I would like to say that my mom is an unbelievably strong woman. Never complained not once to her children about her job or having pains in her body. She's awesome and I am proud to have shared those moments with her.

THE JOB FROM HELL

So after my first job ended (I quit) I went back to the agency that I signed up with and told them what happened and I am looking for a new job. This time they sent me to another job in NJ. A mother of two with a pet dog. I arrived at the train station  and was picked up by my employer. A shorter, smaller built prettier woman. Surprisingly I was not told to sit in the back like my last employer requested, but up front. We had a semi pleasant conversation on the way back to her home. She asked where I was from? How old am I? Do I have any siblings etc. I arrived at the home via the kitchen entrance. This home was not as grand or as dirty as my last job, thank goodness. I was taken into the den and was introduced to her children a boy 2 and a little girl 4. I then was introduced to man sitting on a couch as a "family friend" She then called out to her dog , who came running to greet her, a huge German Shepherd. I was then showed around the house starting each room had a specific way it should be cleaned and kept. The den and the kitchen was the entertaining area so I was to keep it clean at all times. The living room would also be needed to be cleaned on a daily basis because the dog was not house trained and unfortunately for me would use this particular room as it's personal bathroom. I was then taken upstairs  to the bedrooms and given instructions on when laundry was to be done and how to have beds made up every morning. After the rundown of the house and family. I asked her if she was married she replied very coldly. "I'm going through a divorce". Then asked me in her still cold voice Is that all. I said yes and we walked back downstairs. She and her "family friend" left for that day and it was just the kids, the dog and me. The following day I got up and got ready for work put coffee on and got the kids up and dressed. We were having breakfast when I started to smell something awful. Ugh. The kids must of known immediately what it was cause they both said it unison...That's Samantha. I followed the smell and sure enough a huge brown package  was left behind the potted plant. Oh did  I mention they had carpet. Not the most pleasant thing to be doing in the middle of breakfast but of course I had to clean it up. So through out the day I played with the kids while trying to keep things clean and organized. Their mom did not get up until 11:00am  which I notice was quite the norm. (for her) When she got up and was dressed and out the house I would go in her bedroom to make the bed up and tidy up. Ohhhh. This particular part of the job I found to be very hard. Dirty underwear's old tissue all over the floor. The room was just so unorganized. I remembered what my aunt told me. Whenever you have to clean someone's bed or bath room put some gloves on. So I found some and got to cleaning. Even with gloves I still found it disturbing. She was never around for most of the days even though she did not work. Though she would be home around 6:00pm when the kids are finishing their dinner. She would sit at the table and have conversations with them on how was their day and ask them what they did that day. Although I was sitting right their and could of answered all her questions for her in detail but was never asked. I gave the kids their bath and put them to bed. I went downstairs  to clean up after dinner. While cleaning up I was told to wipe down the kitchen counter and put out some glasses for her. She told me where they were and I did as I was told. Maybe about 15 minutes into cleaning the doorbell rang and she went to open it. It was her "family friend" and another man. I said my hellos and continued on cleaning. They all sat in the den talking and drinking. I was surprised the kids did not wake up, but something told me they were probably use to it by now. I stayed up until 11:00pm cleaning up after their mess plus the dog left another brown package behind the potted plant. I was so tired I decided to just head out to bed and clean up what ever mess was left by the partiers the following morning. This was an everyday situation until...One day I woke up to hear shouting but it was just her voice I heard. So I assume she was on the phone. I did not want to know what she was yelling about all I know this job was reaching it's limit for me. She never came out of her room no earlier than 11:00am that day but when she did she was angry I took the brunt of anger because the den and kitchen was not cleaned up like she requested it to be every day. Although it was her and her "family friend" plus one that stayed up drinking and partying till wee hours of the night. I was told to have this place cleaned up and have the kids dressed. I did as I was told that morning. When everything was done. Rooms cleaned things put away children were away for the day. I assume with their father...hence her shouting that morning and now in a Godzilla up the tower kind of mood. I bravely spoke to her and told her I was leaving. Did not need to pay me for the day. She replied very nasty "who do you think you are" I looked at her in a shocked kind of way feeling like I just stepped in Samantha's brown package that she leaves for me behind the potted plant. I was genuinely confused cause I said that she did not have to pay me for the day. She looked at me  with so much anger in her eyes and just yelled at me to get out. So I got my things and left. Went to the neighbors house and asked if I can use their phone, their nanny let me in and I told her what happened and she let me use their phone. I could not get out any faster if I tried. I decided  right then and there. No more NJ for me.

MY FIRST JOB

I am very new to blogging and I know...I know there are some people out there that believe  I have no business blogging, but being a former nanny. I just feel like nannies get a bad rap. It's like we're playing a game of poker but with no cards. I remember while working as a nanny when the book "the nanny diaries" came out. Oh... that was such a hit with nannies and some parents. I would be in the park watching the little ones run around and hear some parents talking about the book even hear nannies actually asking other nannies what they thought about the book. I admit I did read it but I did not relate to some things that was said as a nanny. Don't get me wrong I have worked for some families and have some stories that would make any persons head spin. Like straight out of a movie stories I just did not relate to this particular book. When I was 19 years of age I got my first job as a nanny. I worked for a family in Middletown NJ. A family of 4 with a stepchild that visited every other weekend. I got this job through an agency. So I never went for an interview I was just sent out to this family. First day I arrived early in the morning via the train. I got of the stop I was told to and waited along with a handful of nannies for our employers to pick us up. I remember being the last one to be picked up and how brutally cold it was. She arrived and I got into the front seat and said my good mornings to everyone in the car. Which was my employer a blond older woman looked like she may be in her early 40's and her 3 year old daughter sitting in her car seat in the back. Without even a smile she replied in a very soft but soothing like voice "can you please sit in the back" I thought it odd but did not ask why just did as I was told. We drove to the house and can I say WOW! a driveway that took a good minute to drive out of and a fountain in the front of the house. She drove towards the back entrance where the pool was and we entered through the kitchen. Immediately I noticed how huge the kitchen was but how dirty it was as well. There was magazines, mail, children artwork dirty dishes all over the wrap around granite counter top.Dirty empty bowls with spoons inside them on the table. Dried food stuck to the table and the stove. The only thing looked like it has been used on a daily basis was the coffee machine and even that was dirty. Her husband came downstairs with his briefcase and I was introduced very briefly as the new nanny and he was out the door. My employer gave me a quick walk though of the  house and showed me my room (I was a live-in nanny) I was told to address her by her last name and if at any time the phone rings please answer with a time of the day greeting with the family last name residence. for e.g ( Good morning... Smith residence).  I was told she would be taking her daughter to class and someone would drop her off when classes were finished as well as her son. In the meanwhile I should tidy up the kitchen. I again was a little confused because I was hired as a nanny. I was told by the agency that this person had a housekeeper. Apparently I was the housekeeper. I still did not protest and went to cleaning as soon as they left. It took me roughly 2 hrs to finish. Every week there was a new room for me to clean. Did I mention this was a 5 bedroom, 3 1/2 bathroom house. I remember her asking me to wash her husbands shirts and iron them. So now I was ironing and doing laundry along with cleaning the house. I never really had to watch the kids for any length of time because they were always in school or some kind of class, but when I did have to watch them it was chaotic. At 19 trying to watch a 3 yr old and a 5 yr old and keep a mini mansion functioning was quite exhausting. So after a few months went by. Fourth of  July was around the bend. I remember asking my employer what time was I leaving for the holidays. She looked at me and said in a soft and soothing like voice. Independence Day is not my holiday. It's for Americans only. I was shocked and eyes were welding ready to burst with tears. I asked her why? and she asked me if I was born here or in another country. I said I was born in Trinidad. She then thought I answered my question and walked away. I went into my room and started crying knowing this job had come to an end. I called my Aunt and told her what I was going through and what my employer had just said to me. My Aunt outraged hung up and called my residence. Spoke to my employer. Not sure what was said but I did get that holiday off. I left that job not to long after  Independence Day. I learned quite a lot about myself and about how nannies were looked upon. Even though that was 20 yrs ago I still see quite the same thing happening but with a twist. I was always a quite person, love to laugh, shy at times but sometimes very silly. This job opened my eyes to a new world that I was not aware I lived in until I stepped into someone else's reality

Nannies comes in all different shapes,size and colour.