Playdates and Presents.

My 3 year old charge, C, and I do a playdate every Friday afternoon with his best friend from nursery, A. We go to her house after nursery and stay until after dinner.

They love each other, I get on well with A’s nanny, and C adores her big brother and sister who have dinner with us when they get home from school.  It’s a nice relaxing afternoon at the end of a long week.

Except when A’s mum decides to come home early and join us for dinner, as she did last week.

She breezed in, trilling “MUMMY’S HOME!!” and, dumping her bags, coat, and half-full coffee cup in a heap on the floor, made her way to the table where the four children were sitting and eating nicely and quietly.

She said hi to me and C, then turned to her children. “MUMMY’S GOT PRESENTS FOR YOOOUUUU!!”

She gave her kids each a wrapped gift and a bag of sweets, which they obviously immediately abandoned their meals for with shrieks of delight.

I looked over at C, and he was looking at me uncertainly.  “Is there one for me?” he asked quietly.

I’m not going to lie, my heart broke a bit for him.


This kid never asks for anything. He’s generous, he loves giving gifts, and he’s as good as a preschooler can be at sharing.  He didn’t make a fuss when I told him there wasn’t a gift for him.  But he’s three years old, he didn’t understand why he was being left out, and he looked absolutely crushed.

A’s mum heard him and said “Oh, I’m sorry C. These are just treats for my babies because I missed them today. Let me get you a cupcake.”  Her kids immediately started shouting they they wanted cake too, and of course they got some.

It was time to leave after that, and as we left A’s nanny gave him a sticker for “Being so awesome today”  He was fine, happy to get a sticker, and probably doesn’t even remember the incident now, three days later.

But A’s nanny brought it up with me this morning, and we both said that it had bothered us.  I can’t really figure out why this got to me so much.  I know that kids have to learn that it’s not all about them, and that sometimes other people will get things that they won’t, but this just seemed so mean.

We always visit on Fridays, and we always leave right after dinner.  A’s mum knows that.

I’m not saying that she should have bought my charge a gift, but would it have killed her to wait 15 minutes before she gave her kids the presents?

Would it be ridiculous of me to buy him a present today? Just like a cookie or a little toy car something. I feel an urge to spoil him this afternoon.

No-one likes a know it all.

I was talking with my husband last night about holidays we want to take in the next couple of years, and he was looking at a travel website while we were talking.

He showed me a picture and said “This looks nice. It’s in Italy apparently.” 

I looked and said “Oh,  I think that’s Sorrento. It’s meant to be lovely. You can take a boat over to Capri, there are great views of Vesuvius, and some lovely drives along the coast.” 

He asked how I knew when I’d never been, and I told him it’s because I am Very Clever and actually take time out of my busy life to learn about the world, and maybe he should read more. 

He then said “Oh, hang on,  I bet you know about it from one of those crappy books you read. You know, the ones where there’s a girl who doesn’t realise how pretty she is, and then she opens a bookshop and finds love.” 

I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth to give a scathing reply, then realised that that’s exactly how I know about Sorrento.  So I muttered “She opened a cafe actually.” and flounced off to eat nutella on toast. 


Welcome back, Nanny Lala.

I walked into work for my first day back after Christmas this week to be greeted by DadBoss in his coat and shoes standing by the door.  (I wasn’t late – early in fact as I’d been told we were doing a handover!)

“Ah, there you are! Have a good day, see you later.”


My charge is completely zoned out in front of the TV, and looks like he’s been there for a while, so I go through to the kitchen to see if anyone has left a note. 

They have. 

“Good Morning Nanny Lala!  Hope you enjoyed your lovely long break over Christmas – you lucky thing!

Just let you know, C refused to let me put a pull up on him last night and he wet the bed, so that will need stripping and the sheets putting in the machine. 

We had a bit of a disaster with the freezer – Grandma got confused and switched it off and we didn’t realise for a few hours.  We thought it was better to be safe than sorry so we threw all the batch cooking out.  Tbh I’d rather you didn’t put too much food in the freezer anyway as we’d rather C ate fresh meals each time.  If there are leftovers DadBoss and I will eat them.

Please can you do an ocado shop for us today as I haven’t had time with thing being so crazy at Christmas.  

Also, C needs a haircut (get his feet measured while you’re there) and he has a party at the weekend so could you grab a card and present. 

While he naps today can you start finding homes for all his new toys and have a general tidy of the playroom. His bedroom needs a good sort through too but that can wait until he’s back at nursery next week. 

Oh, and he’s been watching far too much TV over Christmas so please don’t let him watch any this week.

See you later! 

MumBoss. x”


It takes me a minute or two to take it all in, but I decide to leave C in front of the TV for five more minutes so I can deal with the wet bed. I give him a kiss and let him know I’ll be down to turn it off in five minutes.

I go in and realise that in addition to the wet bed, there’s two overflowing laundry baskets, multiple wet pull ups laying around the room, a huge stain on the carpet that looks suspiciously like poo,  (I am NOT sniffing to check) and the contents of his wardrobe that haven’t been worn over Christmas have been pulled out and thrown all over the floor.

I deal with the worst of it and head down to switch off the TV and say good morning to my charge.  In my head I had imagined him running to the door as soon as I arrived, giving me a hug and telling me he’d missed me.  Instead, his first words to me this morning are “NOOOOO! TURN TV BACK ON STRAIGHT AWAY. DADDY LETS ME.” followed by a raging tantrum .  He was rude and uncooperative for the rest of the day and we ended up not going out for the treat I’d planned.


It took me the whole week to get the house looking normal and to get C’s manners back to an acceptable level.  It’s the weekend now, I’m too exhausted to do anything, and I feel like I never even had a break.  I sometimes feel like it’s not even worth going on holiday because of all the extra work waiting for me when I get back. 

Do other nannies feel like this? 


Nanny Lala’s Christmas


Mumboss is calling.


Just to get you up to speed, I’m a nanny/night nanny/sleep trainer/potty whisperer/general dogsbody, depending on who I’m working for at the time.  I’m currently an at-least-60-hours-a-week London nanny for a mostly delightful 3 year old, and his endlessly frustrating parents. 


I was supposed to finish work for Christmas on the 16th of December. I booked three weeks off, as I knew both the parents would be home, and it would be my only chance to get my Christmas shopping done.


They told me on the evening of the 15th that actually that wouldn’t work for them, as MumBoss had her Christmas shopping to do,  and she finds it far too stressful doing it alone, so she would need DadBoss to accompany her.  They also had “a couple of lunches/drinks things”,  and it would actually make much more sense if I just worked right up to the 23rd.




So, I finished on the 23rd at 8pm.   My husband and I finally make it to his parents’ at 1am and proceed to have a Very Merry Christmas.


Now it’s today.  The 28th.  It’s very early and I’m very hungover. 

And MumBoss is calling. 


The grandparents have decided to go home for New Year and now there’s nobody to look after the child!  She thinks they can manage this morning, but perhaps I could come in for a few hours later today and then start back again tomorrow instead of the 9th?  

Apparently he’s “so excited” to see me and show me all his new toys. 

I’ve tried saying that I’m still at my in-laws this week, and it is not being well received. (It’s also a complete lie, but I panicked) 

She asks when I’m due back, then as I go to answer (with another lie – bad nanny) she remembers that I told her I’m going out in London for New Year’s Eve; so I must be coming back this weekend!   “Wonderful, that’s settled then!” 


Erm, what? 


So it’s all settled – they are “Just Going To Have To Cope” for the rest of this week, and they will see me next week.  If I could start a bit early, that would be great, as they’ll need to do a handover. 

Y’know, because I’ll probably have forgotten how to look after their child in the whole week and a half holiday that I’m now getting!