When she came by the next day to pick up her things, she yelled at me saying I was a hypocrite and that she didn’t do anything that I wouldn’t do. She opened my freezer to show me a small vodka bottle in there. What she didn’t know is that the bottle, half-full, had been in the freezer for over a year—a leftover from a Christmas party. Yes, I drink a glass of wine from time to time—but no, I don’t drink vodka. In fact, I’m allergic to it. Sadly, there was no reason to even say anything to her. I knew not to engage her and just said I wished her well.
It was unfortunate—I really liked her and so did my son. Has anything similar happened to you? Have you experienced any nanny nightmares? Any advice on finding wonderful care-givers? We’d like to know! Sound off with us by clicking: “WRITE A COMMENT.”
