Friday, December 19, 2008
La Mom is now accepting applications for the position of NANNY!
Please send your resumé to firstname.lastname@example.org if interested.
Imagine my perfect day:
1/ French Fries home with the French speaking nanny ALL DAY
2/ Morning spent shopping
3/ Lunch with L'Amie
4/ Afternoon @ Starbucks with L'Amie (I know...so American when there are so many wonderful cafés in this city!)
My fab day gets cut short as I start feeling sick at Starbucks. Could it have been the grande crême brulée latte and the deux pain au chocolats I wolfed down? Quite possibly.
In any case, I boogied home (2 hours early I might add) and let myself into the apartment. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer? Not exactly...
My nanny was dressed in my clothes! Specifically, my favorite Zadig & Voltaire Elvis sweater, Seven skinny jeans, and Repetto ballerinas. Oh la la! was an understatement!
As she profusely apologized and scurried to the bathroom to take off my clothes, I ran back to my bathroom to make sure she hadn't swiped my jewelry. I realized my shower towel was soaking wet and my bathtub was full of fresh suds.
Are you as grossed out as I was? Eh oui, my nanny took a shower and used my towel to dry off with! I don't mind her showering while the French Fries are sleeping, but I certainly draw the line at her using my towel.
What is nastier? Stepping in Paris dog poop on an almost daily basis or having your nanny use your bath towel? Help me decide because I'm stuck on this one!
Something obviously got lost in translation. What I said when I left was "help yourself in the kitchen", NOT "help yourself in my closet".