i love my nanny. really, i do. she’s the wife i always wished i had. she is the extra set of hands and the extra set of brains that i need to make sure shit gets done in casa de martell. she makes sure that the kids have lunches. and that Josh’s library book goes back to school. she does laundry and puts stuff away. and always knows where my missing pair of shoes is. she helps bathe Isabella while i help Emily with her homework.
but sometimes she, erm, well, she surprises me.
like last night, when i gazed suspiciously at the bottle of palmolive…
the once orangish-pinkish-peachish dishwashing soap was now a suspiciously strange shade of blue.
oh,Â yes, she did.
she ran out of dish soap so she filled the container and had been washing our dishes all day with TIDE. i’m pretty sure we are all going to die. or we are going to eat on paper plates for the rest of our lives.
but, there’s always a silver lining.
i’m pleased to announce that after only 30 minutes of crying and asking for it, and 30 minutes of stalling, Miss Isabella Rose is PACI-FREE! the MAM sure served us well. fare thee well. they are all on their way to Elijah Wood (and by on their way to Elijah Wood, i mean on their way to the dump)