Showing posts with label Nanny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nanny. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Uh-Huh...

The househelp is hitting me for a loan to "pay" a priest to bless her house, because, according to her, her dead husband is haunting them and pulling their youngest son's leg when he's asleep.

Uh-huh.

Why do I have a feeling that it's my leg being pulled? And awake at that.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Sniffle

My daughter has a new nanny, and Sharkteeth has already transferred her allegiance to her. In fact, she told me that she's not gonna sleep with us anymore but will be sleeping with the new nanny. I've been trying to get her to sleep in her own bed a few months back, but now that she's not sleeping with us, I'm suddenly sad.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Excuse Letter

I want to apologize to my millions, okay, three, oh, alright, one reader for not posting for more than a month. To say that the past month has been hell is a bit drama queenish, even for me, and God knows I don't have an exclusive franchise of drama. It's just that I had so many things to do, like, say, watch 24, Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, and tons of Dora, Barney, Disney, Blue's Clues, and Sesame Street (the excessive, and eternal, exuberance of these cartoons is taking a toll on my psyche). Plus, I feel like I'm becoming out of sorts work-wise. And add to the equation the pregnancy of my daughter's nanny (No, Mother, TheHusband is not the father! And you even thinking of that creeps me out---you need some serious therapy! Off to the couch, you!). I don't know if I'll post about the nanny-gate, so I'll just give a quick recap. To those who have already heard about the story, please bear with me. Apparently, the nanny has a boyfriend, and he got her pregnant. When she finally spilled, I learned that the village's electrician is the sperm donor. Hmmmm, and I was wondering why her electric fan keeps on breaking down, our fuse busted a couple of times, and the washing machine conked out once too many. When I asked her the name of the damned man, she replied, "Pedro." Uhmmm, Pedro what? And here is the clincher: she doesn't know! She doesn't friggin know her boyfriend's surname! Let's add something to the clincher---this Pedro guy has another child out of wedlock and has impregnated another girl at about the same time he impregnated the nanny! Will the real philandering man-whore please stand up? Please stand up! Anyway, we're still trying to sort this out, and I hope things will get better soon.