The Best Nanny Job Ever (almost)

Monday, August 4, 2008 - Guest Column by Anonymous

About 2 years ago, I used to Nanny for a Gay couple with one child, an adopted 6 m.o. boy. It was a dream job. They were a very sweet Couple, and extremely generous with me. You could tell they wanted the best for their baby, and they were really good Parents. I worked from 7 am to 5 pm Tues - Sat, Sundays and Mondays I had off. They owned a very popular Salon.

I would come in just as they were leaving. They got up with the baby every morning to feed and dress him because they wanted to spend time with him before leaving for work. My only other duties were baby-related, like laundry.

After a couple of months, with everything going smoothly, one of them started to come home during the middle of the day. I thought it was odd, and figured maybe they were just checking in with me or coming to see the baby. I didn't ask. But I could feel the tension.

I hoped I wasn't doing anything wrong, but thought if I was - they would tell me.

One day in particular, the same one had come home again, fussing like you wouldn't believe. He was so upset, I couldn't understand what was going on. He asked me to come upstairs, so I did. He led me into the master bath and told me to grab a toothbrush. I was obviously curious, why did he want me to grab a toothbrush?

He says, "This is what I want you to do".... and takes the toothbrush he tried to hand me and goes about scrubbing the toilet with it.

I asked him what was going on, and he said, "that's what you get when you cheat on me!" And then it started to dawn on me - he was using his partner's toothbrush to scrub the toilet. I don't know why he had wanted me to do it, but there's no way in hell I would have.

I said, "but he's going to get really sick." He says, "I don't really care."

I could feel my perfect dream job slowly crashing down around me.
I wrestled with the idea of telling the other guy what he had done with the toothbrush, but decided I'd better stay out of it.

Over the next several days, the fighting got worse. Then they just called me up one day and one of them (the one who now had a toothbrush that must've tasted like Tidy Bowl) told me that their Mom was coming to take the baby until things settled down.
I was devastated.

My perfect dream job didn't last very long. They ended up splitting, and I haven't heard from either of them since. I've never made more money before that job, or since. And the baby was the sweetest little baby you could imagine. I miss him so much.

I always wonder how he's doing and where he is now.

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