Okay, so as of my last post, I was kind of hoping this was just a bad start and things would work out. By the time I read your comments and heard the opinions of, well, anyone who would listen to my experience, I realized it was unlikely. I started to put out the word that I was looking again. I figured in the meantime I could see if things would improve with Nanny.
A and Gatito went out of town Wednesday night-Sunday, so I kind of knew that I was unlikely to hear if anything went wrong in the last two days of last week. But I had my parents come by on Thursday at 5:00, unannounced. (They brought me dinner, too!) They found Nanny in the kitchen on the phone and were told that Ella was upstairs taking her second nap. (She only naps once, typically.) My mom went up to see and found Ella playing in her room (in the dark). In my experience, Ella has never snuck out of bed to play when put down for a nap. If she doesn’t want to nap, she will scream until you get her. I could “make up a story,” as with all these other things about whether she did something different with Nanny than she did with me, but I didn’t like that Nanny was not aware that she was even out of bed.
This morning, I texted Pow and told her things were going poorly and she volunteered to come back for another 2-3 weeks. A and I agreed that we would let Nanny go at the end of the day. I was still, honestly, a little worried that perhaps we were not doing the right thing, that we wouldn’t be able to find anyone better over the next few weeks, that maybe she’d just gotten off to a bad start and all those things were as innocent as they might have been if they’d happened independently, rather than all in a lump.
The crazy thing is that A got to work this morning and realized he left his computer at home. He went to a meeting, then headed back home. He arrived at 11:00 to find Nanny asleep on the couch. Gatito was playing in his room with a friend and Nanny declared Ella down for a nap, though she popped out the moment she heard A come home. He let her go on the spot. She told him she hadn’t been feeling well– had meant to tell us that. Then, she says that she’d had diarrhea and had soiled her pants and they were now in our dryer. She went over to the dryer, pulled out an entire load of her own laundry, and left.
Not really the end, of course, because there’s a lot to say about what A and I think of our judgment and our parenting abilities, but I don’t have the emotional energy for that at the moment, so I’ll leave it at this for now.