I’m on vacation again, and I’m hoping it will be a little more relaxing instead of just “moving the routine somewhere else” (as my friend BusyMom put it.)  This time around, I took some action to ensure I get a little more R&R (in my new post-baby world, this stands for Reading & Restaurants.) - I brought my nanny along for the trip.
I am assuming that right now some of you readers are sitting horrified in your seats at my primadonna-like behavior. I, too, never thought I’d be the kind of mom who’d take a nanny along on a vacation. People who take nannies on vacation scream bratty-lazy-filthy-rich-bitchy to me. But we are on a ski trip, and since junior isn’t old enough to ski, go to day care (they must be potty trained), and since it’s probably not safe to ski with him in the Baby Bjorn, the nanny was the next-best option.
We weighed the option of hiring a sitter at our destination and my ever-rational hubby did do a cost/benefit analysis for us (I’m math challenged) to figure out if it really made sense to pay for another mouth to feed.  But junior’s old enough now to know the difference (between me, the nanny and a crazy mountain lion) and it didn’t feel right to leave him in the Rockies with a complete stranger/ potential ax-murderer. (I’m a little neurotic, ok?)
So here we are, on vacation, nanny in tow. The problem is, I’m too worried about whether or not she’s having a good time to relax on my own. For instance, on the plane on the way here, guess who got to sleep on the plane? Not me nor my husband. My nanny looked refreshed and ready to go as soon as we touched down. Me, on the other hand? I looked like I had just spent two and-a-half hours on a plane with a 11-month old. I’m sure you can picture it.
And who got to sleep in this morning? Not me. Let’s put it this way – junior’s a good kid, but he still thinks we’re in Chicago – and it’s an hour earlier than Colorado.
But getting up early and not sleeping on the plane are a small price to pay for having a built-in babysitter so I can get some good turns in. Trust me, I realize this. So no complaints.  As I’ve said before, it’s a mother’s job to make sure her nanny’s happy, and I will do my best to ensure she has a good time too. Hell, she has to spend a week straight with me.  The view below from where I’m blogging also helps.

Don’t worry, though, I’ll write more soon. Assuming I get a break.
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We did the “sitter at our destination” for our trip to Phoenix to see the National Championship game. But it was only for a few hours (as my poor Bucks got their heads handed to them) But it still ended up being pretty expensive for us.
Oh, and good to know (from Dad Centric) that you’re married to a Buckeye! Now I KNOW you’re a smart woman!
LA Daddy- please tell me you aren’t a Buckeye fan! We have to stay home tonight to watch the game instead of enjoying our vacation. Bah Humbug!