What a Day

Actually, it wasn't such a bad day.

This morning Guy and I met with a potential nanny share, and I think Guy and I were both uncomfortable with the fact that the couple is obviously far wealthier than we are. House was gi-nourmous, in Rockridge (richy-rich) and filled with the kind of dark wood matching furniture that you know cost a fortune. We both got the impression that despite the woman's claims that she was flexible, etc, she really wasn't. She was kind of a tweaker - when we arrived she had just finished jogging and her daughter was asleep, and there was this sort of weird panic she emitted, as if our arrival had disrupted whatever her usual routine is when she finishes jogging and her daughter is still asleep. In any case, they're both lawyers and obviously worried that some day one of them may be in a position of promenence where having a nany paid under the table is a liability, because they are paying taxes on what they pay the nanny. Me? I seriousy doubt that anything I do in my future will be adversely affected by anything resembling Nannygate, so let's keep it as cheap as possible, folks!

Afterwards we went to breakfast. Well, yes, ultimately we ate breakfast. Berch needed a nap so we parked away from the breakfast spot with the hopes that he'd go down on the walk. Once we got to the place we were greeted by a sign I am sure I've seen a thousand times: No strollers allowed. Which led us to go to a crepe place where we both ordered Eggs New Orleans (poached over crabcakes and english muffins and spicy Hollandaise). Except that the english muffins were untoasted and the crabcakes were microwaved, not fried. I mean, does anyone eat untoasted english muffins? In any case, we learned both of our lessons: the crepe place sucks and having a baby in a stroller will severely limit our breakfast options moving forward.

And then, Guy and I spent a few hours painting the dining room. It's a gorgeous shade of pale orange, which may sound awful, perhaps, but looks great. The Bean once again acommodated us by napping 2 more times after we returned home and being an all-around good sport as he played with his gymini. I've started propping him up in a sitting position so he can start building up all those torso muscles, so when he work from the second nap I got him all set up in the living room then went back to painting. I looked back in and there he was, sprawled face down, not moving. I rushed over, fearing the worst, only to find him perfectly content where he fell over, staring at Texas. Bad Mommy.

And on that note, I'm out.