I was eight months pregnant when I graduated from high school and I knew that my life would never be easy again.
My daughter, Brianna, is my whole life. I would do anything for my little girl.
We don't do to bad for a single parent family. I work at the grocery store full time and I make enough for us to have our own place.
Well, I wish I could afford a double wide. Some of them are almost like houses. But for now, Bri and me are stuck here, which is not even really a single wide. It's one big room with a Murphy bed and Brianna's crib has to be shoved up right next to the front door.
But it's ours and it's clean.
So I thought we was doing pretty good until a couple of months ago, when there started to be problems with Brianna's daycare. I get a subsidy from the government to send Brianna to daycare, but she has to go to the daycare with all the other low income kids and most of them are just pure T trash.
This one little boy kept biting her and they didn't do nothing about it.
I don't think they were feeding her the special healthy treats I fix every night to send with her.
And then she came home with lice and that was the last straw.
I about died. Lice!
So I got to thinking about jobs I could get where I wouldn't have to send Brianna to daycare while I work. And I hit on the idea of being a nanny.
I don't mean a babysitter. I mean a real, rich person, Mary Poppins without the funny dress, sure thing nanny. I applied to an agency that is real strict on both sides. I had to take a drug test and a background check and the people that apply to employ a nanny are screened really careful, too. So I don't have to worry about going to live in the house with some psychopathic axe murderer.
It took several weeks but finally the agency hooked me up with a family needing my help. I talked to the father on the phone. He's a scientist! For real! Like with test tubes and everything! So I was pretty excited. 'Cause I kept thinking about what it would mean to Brianna to grow up in a house with a scientist's family. Much better than her hanging out with those trashy little lice spreading hoodlums she has to spend her days with now.
Dr. Baldwin (that's his name) set up an interview time for us, and he also told me all about his kids and what they were like. I am sure they will be good playmates for Bri!
I did think it was kind of weird that the mother in the family is a stay at home mom. What does she even need a nanny for? I mean, if she had like ten kids, I could see needing some help, but how hard is it to take care of two kids when you don't even have to have a job?
But, really, I don't care. I guess that's just how rich people are. Whatever. All I know is that this is going to be a great thing for my daughter. And who doesn't want the very best for their kids?
