)-:

I'm a bit upset tonight

to put it mildly

even after this morning's BT fiasco, I thought things were going slightly better

*clears throat*
*swallows lump*

I went over to the children's new home this afternoon, where XCH is installed with a part-time daily nanny. . .

all the plants in my beautiful courtyard garden are dead - noone watered them during the dryer times of the summer, noone has trimmed the dead stalks, or thrown the dead plants out, the courtyard is full of dead leaves. . .

noone changes the cat litter, the house stinks of cats' piss and nobody even opens a window to let some fresh air in. . .

the children haven't eaten a piece of fruit or a vegetable in g*d (or any other deity you care to choose) knows how long. . .

the kitchen bin was overflowing, the recycling bag was full to the brim (once The Nanny had put the pizza boxes in it) (hey! she understands the concept of putting pizza boxes in the recycling bag. . . shame about the rest of the recycling, which was flowing out of the bin). . .

she's been with them since I went into hospital, but has never yet stepped foot on the third floor (where the boy's bedroom are tucked into what would have been the attic space). . . The Teen's room is a hovel - and I know what a teen's room is supposed to look like, but this was way beyond compare (he had, however, hung up the Banksy canvas I gave him for his birthday); Middle One's room was a hovel. . .

The Nanny knows how to fill a dishwasher, but not empty it; she doesn't know how to work the washing machine (she told XCH it was broken because it was always full of water, but I worked out that that was because she had the "rinse hold" button on) (now, as you know I can't even work a tv or a dvd player, so I can't criticize too much, can I?); she pointed out that the cats were out of fresh litter (but hadn't actually done anything about buying some more); apparently she used the car the other day, but it had practically run out of petrol by the time she came home she said (the journey she was on took her past the petrol station twice). . .

I'm trying really hard not to vent displaced anger in The Nanny's direction - but it was awful when XCH came home after his boys' night out (she'd left at seven, so I stayed to babysit M-T and MO, as The Teen - who I had been told was "in charge" tonight, as I'm still really not supposed to be alone with the children - announced he was going out, shortly after XCH left, but before she did) and I pointed out to XCH that if I hadn't turned up with some groceries (not a plan, just coincidence) the children would have had nothing for breakfast tomorrow. . .

. . .the cupboards are bare. . .

I gently took the opportunity to advise XCH that if The Nanny can fill a dishwasher perhaps she could empty it as well - instead of spending three hours (four till seven) sitting on the sofa reading a celebrity magazine (she did take a break to order the children pizzas, since she never got around to cooking them, sorry warming up, the ready-roasted roast chicken drumsticks that she had bought for their tea) (she hadn't bought vegetables tho. . .). . .

and tomorrow morning he has two loads of washing to sort out (darks and whites were overflowing the laundry basket, which everyone kept tripping up on as it was in the middle of the kitchen), some beds to make, a spot of hoovering and the grocery shopping for the weekend to do (oh, and don't forget the cat litter while you're at it). . .

The Nanny is not my employee. . .
. . .I have to "let go". . .

it's supposed to be my house, my home, they are my children; I know I don't live there with them, right now. . .

but it's a tip

a hovel

a pig-sty
(apologies to malc's pigs)


I cried, quietly, out the back, while Mini-Teen and Middle One were watching South Park

I KNOW can't be in that house on my own every weekend
when I go back there to live permanently,
and the children go to XCH's
(wherever he ends up living)

I can't stay here, in his swanky apartment,
twiddling my thumbs and going to art classes,
while my children live like animals

but I have no control


apart from to delicately point out (without being thought of as a "nag", "his mother", a "moaner") that the woman he is paying to tend house and home and children, sits reading celebrity magazines - while the basic household chores that anyone with any level of initiative might get their head around doing, are left for him to do at the weekend and perhaps this is not the best arrangement of her time and his money and their division of labour. . .

altho, that I have to say, should be the least on my concerns
- her time, his money and their labour -
but it affects MY CHILDREN;
I've got enough on my plate to deal with

(so why am I letting those other things distract me then?
this is my
current failing)


(or is it?
it affects the three most important people in my life. . .
)

*

the highlight of the evening was just before I left - XCH and I put the rubbish out together; a wry smile came to my face: the arguments we used to have when we lived in The Big House in The Village about who should put the rubbish out! it was the only chore I asked him to do - I was the ultimate housewife, you see, I might not have been a very good wife, but I was an excellent housewife. . .

. . .and putting the rubbish out (not even emptying the kitchen bin - I mean moving the dustbin outside from one side of a gate to another, once a week) was the only thing I asked of him in the house/home department. . .

he took my point about The Nanny, he's going to speak to her apparently

as I said, it's not my problem
.
not under my control
.
so why am I so upset?

*

the only thing is - this isn't the first time I've been over. . . I've been before, when The Nanny was there, and also when she wasn't but XCH was home

it's not about my presence in the house when she's there - I know that much

I've spent hours doing laundry, then putting another wash on because there were still dirty clothes filling the laundry hamper, folding and putting away clothes, picking up boys' stuff and putting it away where it should be, cleaning the cooker and the sink, throwing out the out-of-date food from the fridge and the mouldy bread from the bread crock, filling and emptying the dishwasher, sweeping and tidying, putting rubbish in bins and full bin-bags outside. . .

I don't mind this, I am their mother, I am (or should be) a housewife

The Nanny was the one who was supposed to sew on the school uniform labels for Mini-Teen - but she told XCH she "didn't know how to sew very well". . . I didn't mind doing that - it makes me feel bonded to M-T in a strange little way. . .

and XCH said he'd talk to her on the other occasions that I gently, but constructively, pointed out (without nagging) (honest - I've learned my lesson on that one) that maybe she might do a little bit more to help him

tonight he told me he has her on a three month contract - which means I won't be back in that house until the beginning of December. . .


I don't think I can do it

8 comments:

Sorrow said...

Sigh
another sigh...
one more for good measure...
sigh
it bloody sucks.
and i shall stamp my foot once or twice for you...
sigh
grumble...

Mel said...

((((((( ILTV )))))))))

I'll just repeat what the fairy's delivered, what I offered up in another place. It's worthy of repeating...:

"Do our best for the moment, and then let it go.

If we have to redo it, we can do our best in another moment, later."

Rest knowing for today, it was 'enough'....and that you're 'enough'....

And tomorrow, when it comes, if it needs to be redone--we can do our best then.....later.

But for today.....rest knowing that for today, it was enough.....and that you're MORE than enough...







(((((((( ILTV ))))))))

Sleep with angels, dearheart....

Anonymous G said...

If only I had the right words to say...

I feel pain inside my middle reading this. I stomped my feet and sighhhhed like sorrow.

I think you CAN do it.

((((ILTV)))))

F*ck the nanny. Love your kids. Hang on...


((((ILTV))))

Steg said...

Oooh, that woman is sooooo fired! Or should be. Painful as it must be to see your children in that environment, you've done all you can to influence it for the time being.

*hugs*

Dave said...

That is so horrible. I know I'm a control freak, but one thing that I was hating about my new house was the mess - and that was just boxes piled up everywhere.

I can understand why you cried. Sorry there's nothing constructive I can offer to help.

Gordie said...

Erm... (Blog record long post there.)

I care about you, right now. Those other people are taking care of themselves.

"It affects the three most important people in my life..."

True.

Don't you think everything you did over the last year affected them?

Your three children, and their father, are quite capable of tidying things up around the house, if they want to.

If they don't, nobody's gonna be affected but them.

They love you.

Now would you please just take good care of yourself?

(((((ILTV)))))

mig bardsley said...

Well so the nanny is a bit of a waste of space and the house is a mess.
But that won't hurt them. They'll survive, even the lack of fruti and veg, till you are well and back with them.
You being well and back with them is what matters.
Meanwhile, it's entirely natural that you should fret about it. Why ever shouldn't you? Anyone would. But on the positive side, putting it all to rights is something you can look forward to.

You can do it. Really.
((((((((((( I ))))))))))))))))
xxx
Love

Malc said...

Hey! I spent two hours cleaning the pigshed yesterday!