The Nanny Life: Take Time For Yourself

By. Macie R. (@simplemac6) 

“ Attention all you nannies:
   Are you ever just tired?
   Like fall the fuck out exhausted? “

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Have you ever wanted to crawl into the dryer and nap because no ione will ever think to look for you there?

Or maybe you have heard one too many screams from a child today and you honestly considered throwing yourself into oncoming traffic?

Well I’m here to let you know you aren’t alone and no, you aren’t crazy! (At least not yet)

Wow, I mean… KIDS. Holy shit dicks.

They are these tiny humans (more like gremlins) that manage to suck the living day lights out of you, and not even give a rats ass.

They never stop going. They never stop shouting or spitting or slobbering on your coffee table or smiling those goofy two teeth smiles. They just don’t ever STOP.

I mean by 5 PM I’m barely scraping myself off of the ground at the end of the day? Yet those little creatures keep on chugging along. And let’s not forget that after work, we have our own lives. WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN. We so easily put our personal lives on the back burners.. We have our own families and tasks and TV shows (sytycd) to watch and laundry(that never ends) to fold and dishes that are piling up to the ceiling.

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How can you even find the energy? Where does it come from? Because we all manage to dig deep and find it! We just pull it out of nowhere.

Sigh, Even though I’d love to think I can handle EVERYTHING UNDER THE BRIGHT YELLOW SUN, truth be told, I cannot. Even I crack. Like really crack. Wide ass open.

I can’t remember the last time I woke up after 10 and was in bed before midnight.. Or a day where my feet didn’t ache or my head wasn’t pounding.. WHERE IS THAT LIFE? Where is that paradise island?!? SOS I AM OVER HERE!!

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To be honest, I’m just a walking zombie. Well, a uber cheery ass zombie. But a zombie none the less.

I know us nannies and even moms are  just climbing to the top day by day. I know we are wearing so much armor and baby formula that our knees are shaking, but we never fall. We may have some cracks, some exposed pieces, but we are still whole. And for that, I am damn proud.

I think I’d like to take a moment to encourage every mom and nanny out there to remember what makes them laugh, remember how to feel alive. Remember the things that make you want to wake up in the mornings. Take those vacations. Take those car rides around the block just to get out of the house. Go lay out in the kitchen and shove your face full of left over lasagna and not give a flying shit. Just find your you time. (Even if a kid is dangling at your side)

YOU DESERVE IT.

The Nanny Life: Playing Favorites

By Macie R. 

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I hate to play favorites with my kids… BUT.. I play favorites. More so “have” favorites. I have my certain top picks.. First drafts. Go to’s. You get it.

It’s absolutely unintentional, obviously…

I keep roughly about 9 kids throughout the week and two of them I can honestly say have stolen my heart. My soul. My entire. Even though I love them all, those two kids touch my life in different ways. Kindred spirits if you’d like to call it that.

One of the three can tell if I’ve had a shit day by just looking at me. I don’t even have to open my mouth, he just knows.. How I will never understand that. He will walk straight up to me and compliment my hair (even though it’s a rugged mess and I haven’t even brushed it that day). He just genuinely WANTS to be gentle and kind and affectionate. It’s a beautiful gift for a child to have. He really sees the world and wants to understand all that surrounds him. He would rather play with makeup than action figures, he would rather talk about God than mine craft and he would rather day dream about saving starving kids than make believe he’s a ninja turtle. He turns to me to keep his secrets.. He feels secure and safe knowing he is in a constant no judgement zone at my house. I am not here to condemn him for expressing himself. He is all around pure and good to his core. I really try to do my best to find ways and conversations to pull out his love of life and people. I never want him to feel that being aware and emotionally connected is ever ever a bad thing in this life.

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Then there is my sweet girl. Woo wee.

Where do I begin? She’s the definition of light. As soon as I see her smile, I am instantly in the most joyful mood. She radiates love. Hearing her voice calling me Mae Mae.. words cannot begin describe the way I melt. Even though she may not “need” me, she sure does put me on a pedestal and I’m not mad about it one bit. Her giggles are infectious. Whatever she’s into, you’re into with her because you can’t tell her no. You can’t hurt her feelings. So you cave.. almost every time. Two popsicles in a row??? ABSOLUTELY! The bonus of this kid is she’s also family. So no matter how old she gets, she will always know me, she will never lose me. I will always be whatever she needs me to be. Being an aunt to her is the most rewarding gift I’ve been given besides my fiancé. This child is who I base my future child on. If they even remotely have the heart of this honey girl, I am going to be over the moon.

So yes.. I do baby these two. I do all the mushy gushy kid stuff with them. But I have no apologies. No regrets. All of my kids get every ounce of me during the week. EVERY OUNCE. But just at the end of the day, these are the two that stay fresh on my mind. The two that make what I do so fulfilling.

Go love on your babies.