Tomorrow the nanny is coming to our house for the first time. She will be looking after the kids for five hours a day or so, and helping to clean the house for the other three hours. I am very apprehensive, because I have never had a nanny, nor do I know really what they do. I have been looked after by my grandparents when I was little, and so were all my friends. When that was not possible, I went to kindergarden (a big daycare really). My daughter Emma has been going to a person's in house daycare, and then to a bigger daycare when she reached the age of 2. She enjoyed it, but I am fairly certain that she has enjoyed being with me a whole lot more.
Daniel is only six months adjusted, and I am apprehensive to leave him, and Emma is very much attached to me, so I am not too thrilled about leaving her either. However, it is time for me to go back to my work. I have invested lots of time and effort into my training, and the other day a nice lady I swim with said that I am very good at what I do and it would be a shame not to go back. I was not even debating the possibility of not going back, but she certainly made me feel better.
Anyway, today, as I was making the beds, I was thinking that this might well be the last time in the next year or two that I am changing the sheets, since I sincerely think I am going to delegate this particular task to the nanny (insert big grin). Sheets get changed every two days on our bed, because we all sleep in it and if I don't it takes on a nest-like aroma.
I am thinking that I might feel intruded on by the nanny, that my privacy with my kids in the mornings will be decreased, but on the other hand, not having to do all the housework will also be quite nice. We will have to see how it goes.