We have a nanny. We call him Paddy for short after he insisted we drop the ‘i’ before his name.
Oh, how I love him at times. But oh, how that love can change to hatred in an instant. I’ve never had a relationship like it. My emotions are all over the place and I’m not sure what to do.
As nannies go, he’s very reliable. Always on time, always ready to get cracking with the children (as long as he’s had a chance to recharge his batteries overnight) and always keen to work whatever hours are needed.
We agreed to up his hours during the summer holidays. I had such good intentions of entertaining the children myself but soon realised I needed him more and more. Paddy seemed keen for the work and the children were thrilled.
You see, the children love him. Well, they think they love…