Where’s the Easy Button?
I’m having an episode of cowardice. Since J is out of work as of today, we will no longer be needing (or be able to afford) our nanny, who we just hired like a week ago.
The nanny who quit her job so she could work with us.
The nanny who just spent the last two days with her son in the hospital because he inhaled a chip and was having to undergo tests and procedures that consequently incurred an uncomfortable amount of medical bills (I don’t think they have insurance).
And I’m having a hard time bringing myself to the point of being able to tell her that now she’s out of work.
But I don’t have a choice.
Ick.






































