Confessions

I hate whining. Why must they do it. 

I hate animals. Especially dogs. Thus, it drives me mad when my boss asks me to do pet related. 

I can't tell you how often employers try to take advantage of me because I'm not from this country. Having an accent doesn't automatically make me stupid. The joke is on them though. I play dumb when it benefits me.

The baby started crawling today. I didn't tell MB though. She'd be crushed if she knew she missed it. She's a working mom, a good mother, an awesome wife and an excellent boss. As far as I'm concerned, when she sees baby crawl for the first time, THAT was the first time.

MB thinks her only responsibility is to look good and maintain her social media persona. Everything else is taken care of for her. She's even outsourced her motherhood, which is my job. She's missing out on so much and doesn't even realize it.

It's the random hugs that let me know that I am a damn good nanny. ::pats self on the back::

MB has me get the kids off the school bus even though she is home by then.

MB allows the kids to eat junk all day and then wonders why they won't eat their dinner.

Just like other people wish their co-workers wouldn't talk to them before their morning coffee, I wish the same in regards to the kids I nanny. I love them but nanny needs her caffeine first. Shhhh.

GC has taken to asking me for things in front of her parents to increase her chances of getting them. Nice try kiddo but I'm not afraid of them. The answer is still no.