Received Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I am your NANNY, I am not your maid, or your trashman, or any other professions you've so kindly given me. As a nanny, I'd rather be giving all my attention to you three year old son of whom I greatly adore. He's such a sweet little boy who has captivated my heart. While he's tugging on my leg to play with him, I'm stuck cooking your dinner, tending to you dog, picking up your shoes, washing your clothes, and watering your plants (and please know there's a lot more tasks than that). Because of you, I am burned out, because of you I find myself falling asleep at 7 p.m. when I finally get off work (if you come home at that time which in normal cases you don't). I show to work every day bright and early at 7 a.m., most of the time while you are still snoozing away in bed, and most times, your child is already out of his room, wide awake with full range of your elaborate home, and you don't care because you expect me to make all messes disappear. Speaking of messes, why do you Dad stuff yourself so full in front of the TV every night and leave your empty bags of chips, soiled napkins, and bottles of wine strung throughout the living room? Oh right, that's my job. When I was first hired, you both told me you were easy to talk to, don't leave anything unsaid. When I spoke my mind, I was a peasant to you. You turned it on me and lashed me out because you feel like I'm not doing enough for you and your house and that you expect to come home with everything perfect, because you both work long hours. What about me? There is no me! You don't care if I work 69 hours a week, which I have. You don't care if I'm sick or if I need to go home for a family emergency. If it were my child, I'd treat their nanny like a queen. At times, I've told myself to start living the golden rule.."treat others as you'd like to be treated", but my heart gets me everytime. I love your child (I want to be his nanny) and I can't speak up because I'm in fear of losing my job and your child. You hold your own child against me, knowing that I won't stand up because he's my world. What a sick little game you play.