One week to go

I have decided to enter into this as a business. Over lunch at Plan B I asked Kasey exactly what her expectations of me as a nanny are. Let’s face it, being a granny and being a nanny are somewhat different. I have such a great relationship with my daughter that I don’t want us to have any misunderstandings. Money is the least of my worries though of course, it is why I have decided to go this route. There is something wrong with being paid to care for my grandson. I am struggling with this.

I want to be able to enjoy spending the extra time with the little guy and Kasey while still having a life of my own. I may feel some guilt over not giving everyday to my mother  but I will have a lot more interaction with Jack than I get from my mother at this point. While she wants me with her everyday, she doesn’t necessarily even want to talk to me.

I have one more week as a free woman. I plan to try to get my home life under control. My house is a mess, no Christmas decorations are up and I just have no motivation. In the alternate universe where I am Martha Stewart I am baking cookies and wearing an apron. Time for a reality check, there is not a cookie in sight, maybe next week.

I am sure I am not the only woman who feels overwhelmed at where her life has taken her. I have the best husband but his diagnosis of Parkinson’s has sent us into a tailspin. He is suffering from depression and I feel as if I have to get control of the disease before it controls us.

I am ready for 2012 to be the best year in a long time. 2010 and 2011 were traumatic and it is time for a year where everything just starts to work out. If I could drink I would raise a toast to 2012.

A New Chapter Begins

The Granny Nanny holding Jack

I have to say, I never pictured myself as a nanny. Not that I don’t love children, and my own grandchildren especially. It just isn’t the first thing that comes to mind when I look in the mirror. Life has dealt me a few curves however, and I am now looking at a new career at 61 years of age. Very scary I have to admit.  Jack is grandchild number 10 and becoming his granny nanny works for both Kasey and me.

I won’t be starting officially for a few weeks but sharing the adventures that will be coming my way will help me to keep my hand in writing while perhaps offering hope for other grandmothers who are in the same boat. We are still young and have a lot to offer. It may just be that this will be the best job I have ever had.