I usually post on Mother’s Day about my adventures, both good and bad, but this year, seeing that the baby had pink eye + a 101 degree fever today, I’m best to leave the day behind and move on.
So while out with girl friends last night, the conversation turned to what else, shopping. We all like to shop. Not in a grotesque, RHONY way, but in just that “I went to Target and happen to come home with a blouse, too” sort of way. And while our vice might be that great sale at Loehmann’s, one thing is for certain: none of us let our babysitters/ nannies/ name your child caregiver see how much we shop.
Because apparently husbands don’t count. Except for mine who notices everything I put on down to my eyeliner.
But nannies/ babysitters/ caregivers are in a whole category of their own. As much as we all open up to them about our children, some things are sacred. Like the amount of our credit card bills. No one ever wants the sitter to know what goes on with the people at Visa. Or Chase. Or Mastercard.
Don’t get me wrong, I have some baby sitters who I go to for fashion advice before a Saturday night out. Some sitters are perfect to tell you the nude heels work better with the skinny jeans than the grey ones. But it doesn’t mean that I want that sitter to know I have two pairs of nude heels to choose from.
I’m not alone here. Last night, tales of hiding new clothing purchases in plain Whole Foods brown bags alternated with those who kept any shopping sprees hidden in the trunk of the car until the sitter had gone home for the night. I once turned beet red when 4 boxes from Zappos showed up at my door all at once. How do I explain the art of online shopping and returning to my dear sitter? I think she thinks I am Imelda Marcos.
I’ll be the first to admit I do may have a teensy-weensy shopping addiction. Isn’t admitting it in public the first step in the road to recovery? I guess not if I can’t cop to the nanny.
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