Alas, she's getting married to a doctor who has accepted a position in CA and she'll be moving and doing her PhD program there. We've known about this for quite some time but it all seemed so far away.
Now, it's suddenly upon us and I'm finding myself in a mad scramble to find another PT nanny.
Since I don't work anymore, dates are really hard to keep track of.
The other day a friend asked if we had plans for Memorial Day and I thought "why is he asking that?" Oh...because it's next Monday. Same with Chicken asking me what I wanted for my birthday. Good God, I don't know it's so far away. Not so much. Apparently, it's less than 2 weeks away.
I'm just thrilled she remembered in advance since she forgot last year and already has a strike against her this year for not getting me anything for Mother's Day. (Chicken: Shit. I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you and buy you a house in Florida?)
Chicken is BAD with occasions. I'm not great, but I look awesome next to her.
Anyway, I have about a week to find a nanny. Or some help. Something. The pickings are slim and our situation is unique.
I realized just how strange it is yesterday. Whoop Whoop had woken up early from his nap--too early and was cranky. Now, in the past I would take him to bed and nurse him. Maybe he'd fall back asleep or maybe he'd just snuggle in and zone out.
But--our bed is now in the living room.
As I laid on my back with my right tit hanging out and a toddler nursing beside me I saw HN in front of me folding laundry on the living room floor and Chicken to the left of me, doing work on her laptop at the kitchen table.
I remarked, "Good God, we look like we live in a commune."
I have to find someone who is (1) OK with all of this and (2) someone I'm OK being around with all of this.
And I only want someone in the afternoons. Picky, picky. But I really love my long mornings with the boys. I have them all to myself and we have long nursing sessions followed by a leisurely breakfast. I love drinking my latte and feeding them oatmeal and hanging out with them. We go to the grocery store, run errands and go to the park and come home to lunch, another long nursing session and books on the bed before nap. It's our time and I don't want to change it.
I'm interviewing someone today at 3pm. We'll see how it goes....!