Last week, I found out the morning of, that my boss was called to Argentina on a business trip for a week.  Really, not too big of a deal.  The kids in my care are older, and being a “single parent” for a week really wasn’t too much different than what my normal work week entails.  Sure, I had to get all the kids prepared and off to their respective first days of school without any glitches, but whatever.  All in a day’s work, for this seasoned vet of the Nanny Brigade.

This brings me to this morning.  At least I got a post-it note with the following information.  ”called to Mexico on business until Thurs night. Kids’ grandfather ________ passed away last night. I told them before bed…….” the post-it went into minor detail about where and when the funeral and wake are to be located, and since they occur while my boss is away, it is up to me to ensure the kids get out of school, get across the state, and to the proceedings without glitch.  I am also playing the part of “shoulder to cry on.”  These kids have already suffered the loss of their mom four years ago, and now are subject to going to their only grandfather’s funeral and wake with their nanny, due to their father’s work schedule.

Suffice to say, breakfast was rather strained this morning.

I just don’t know what else to say on the subject at this time.  Seriously.  I knew coming in, that this job would have its ups and downs, but having their father leave a flippin’ post-it note, breaking this news, is just a bit on the strained side.  Yes, I realize I’ve used that word twice now.  I feel so bad for the kids and for their dad.  And now, I go to my first work-related funeral proceeding on Thursday.

Have earned a new set of “Nanny Stripes” this week.

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