~ Black Market Nubby
It's week 30 and Happy Thanksgiving! What an excellent week! I'm singing, "Food Glorious Food!" all the live long day. I'm so excited to be cookin' my mama's favorite recipes. She is the best cook on planet earth. No really. I'm not kidding. The woman can throw down! I'm most excited about having a short week at work. The more time I spend there the more I realize how much I dislike 9-5 jobs. Everyone is always telling you what to do, what to wear, what not to wear, what to say, etc. I need to open up my own business after Nubby is born. Besides, unless we can find a daycare for less than $75 a week, I might have to say sayonara suckas' anyway. Most daycare in the city want in the upwards of $250-450 a week. (SCREAM!!!!) Seriously! For $450 a week, they better teach my Nubby resume techniques and the art of negotiation, so she can get a job to pay for all that schooling.
Henry and I have been looking around our area for a Nanny. We figured it would be cheaper to go with an individual. My concern is that Nubby might get sick and need us. Since Henry and I both work in the city, that might be a commuting nightmare. Plus how do we know our Nanny isn't an ax murderer? I was listening to the news last week (bad idea, I know). This seemingly sweet old lady had a dark secret - she loved to torture animals! They found buried animal parts all over her backyard. What if our Nanny sells Nubby on the black market while we're at work in the city??? (sigh).
These are the days I wish Mommy lived closer. I have a difficult time trusting people in general, but trusting someone to care for my little one is even tougher. Which got me thinking… I'm not a huge fan of my job and I have been looking to go back to school anyway. One school is right near Mommy in Texas. Cross my fingers - if I can get in, that might kill two birds with one stone. The only problem is Henry. He'd have to be able to get a job in Austin . . . Not a perfect plan, but we'll keep our fingers crossed that something works out. After all, plenty of first time working parents have the same trouble as us. Henry says we should take our time and let God guide us in the right direction. He's such a fortune cookie of wisdom sometimes, except of course, when it comes to laundry. Why he can't fold clothes is a mystery to even God himself.