Now that my kids are older, I no longer have an au pair, but I did for a long time.
An au pair is not a fancy nanny. Well it could be a fancy nanny, if I were in fact a fancy lady.
But I’m not a fancy lady. I’m just a woman, with kids, who wants to work on some amazing shiz as well as be a parent and a girlfriend and an aunty and a daughter and a sister and….well you get it. A pretty normal kind of person who has kids and works.
Because I want to and choose to. Because although I love my children and can do housework and generally juggle everything, I don’t want to ALL the stuff ALL of the time. I love my job. I’m freaking great at it, but to be really magic at it I need to have space and time and focus and not be worrying about the next school pick-up or trying to fit everything in 2.5 hours before Kindy finishes or dinner or the state of the house when I walk back in there after work.
The thing that makes me freaking great at my job is my support system. I don’t do it all. I have at various times tried to do it all. I can. I was a superangrycrazylady (YES that IS a word).
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