As my loyal Roxiticus Desperate Housewives readers know, almost three years ago, I became inspired by another blog,
Instructions to the Double, and launched this blog on August 5, 2005. This Tuesday, we'll begin a celebration of our third blogiversary. I'm thinking it will be a week-long celebration from August 5th through the 12th, in order to incorporate our 500th post and 30,000th visitor, as well as the launch of a brand new Roxy WordPress MU community. For the past couple of weeks, we've been counting down with excerpts from Tess' original
Instructions to the Double blog archives, and today I'd like to present the third episode, which discusses the strange business of "babysitting" from a nanny's perspective, as well as the emotional struggle for women who turn over their children to nannies in order to work full-time. Let's call it
"Envy of the Nanny Blogger's Life:"
I find the next section where she writes about being envious of my life particularly sad. Everyone is young once. Everyone is single and has freedom to go to "hip" (though I mostly go to Planet Thai, which is pretty played out, actually) restaurants when not having to arrange babysitters for kids. I hope she did when she was young. It is enjoyable. But there is nothing to be envious about.
But then my sadness for her stops. The place in the essay where she actually has the audacity to compare us has been a sore spot since I knew this essay was going to be published. In particular, I take issue with how she flippantly mentions my abortion. I did blog about my abortion, please read my entry here [Roxy needs to find that post in my archives to share with my readers]. I think if you compare the vulnerable and humble way I talk about that painful experience, you might find that Ms. Olen and I are very different. I for one would never reduce another woman's abortion to a fragment defaming her in a self-serving essay. I did blog about the abortion, thereby in a sense publishing it; she had the legal right to mention it (I certainly checked). However, I pleaded with the New York Times in two separate emails that her use of my experience was insensitive and contradictory to the way in which I talked about it. They didn't care.As for the blogging at work, yep, I sometimes did that. When the kids were napping. However, I also do what I said I would do, get materials together for my future professional plans. I even mention that on my blog. Anyone out there apply to both PhD programs and Law School? Anyone blog while taking a break from that process? Normal, right? And as for the speculation, slanderous speculation that I called in sick because of a drinking problem, which is ridiculous. This blog documents how ill I was. Many posts document how, instead of staying out, I was home, trying to recuperate. There are many entries. Feel free to look for them if you want. I will say, though, that Ms. Olen's family was sick frequently.
Also, when Ms. Olen was sick with a 24-hour stomach bug, she actually had me get things for her, further exposing me to illness. And even though she employed me to take care of her children, not as her caregiver, she thought it was fine to expose me to more illness as I brought her soup, tea, crackers, etc. Also, on that day, she exposed her breasts to me. I am sure she just thought she was more comfortable with her top off while ill. I am sure it was an accident. But frankly, it was careless and inappropriate. In general, that was the tone of their household. Careless and inappropriate. [Roxy to readers -- be glad I used the soup image instead of Googling an image of Ms. Olen's exposed breasts!]I was sick a great deal last winter. And it was terrible. And for her to insinuate that I was not sick, but actaully have a drinking problem that prevents me from being responsible, is slanderous. I think it should also be noted that Ms. Olen asked me to make up two sick days. Yes. Which meant I worked 12 days straight. I also document that on the blog. I was exhausted and fatigued and I felt like I was being punished for being sick. The fact that I worked the weekend and the hours compounded together more than made up for my sick day absences, well, that of course is never mentioned by Ms. Olen. That would detract from her intent to show me as irresponsible.
It is particularly sad when Ms. Olen expressed "fear" that I would "judge her life and find it wanting." This might be hard for Ms. Olen to understand, considering her article reveals that she lives in an insular inner world where everything is about HER, but I didn't judge her life. Why? Well, I never really thought about it at all. She employed me to take care for her children. Her choices? Her compromises? Not my business. The only times I considered her life was in relation to my employment: Would she manage her schedule so she would stop changing my hours? Would she and her husband figure out if they were staying in Brooklyn so I would stop having to listen to them debate moving to the suburbs? But I think it is also relevant to point out that Ms. Olen's expressed fear that I would judge her life is really to try to paint me as anti-mother and anti-children. When in fact, I have consistently blogged about how I want to make professional choices now to ensure that I can be a mother some day.
Still think i am a party girl who judges women with children?
But what I do find "wanting" about Ms. Olen is a shocking lack of integrity and ability to find reasonable perspective on her own life and others.
Also, when Ms. Olen says I sarcastically refer to caring for her children as "work" I happen to have proof that she is contriving this emotion after the fact. Yep, sometimes I put work in " ". When Ms. Olen first read my blog she sent me a personal email, COMPLIMENTING that gesture! Admitting that yes, babysitting was a strange business. So, what is the real deal here? Also, I take issue with her because she suggests nannies are not workers, that our service is not labor. Isn't the problem that traditionally defined "women's" work is not considered real labor? Real labor that is valuable? Caring for children is work. It can be great work; it comes with real highs and real lows. Just Like Everything Else. But also, I would like, surprisingly, to agree with Ms. Olen. Nannies often do have great relationships with families and visit them years later for free. In fact, I actually blog about such a relationship that I have with a family I used to work for. Sadly, I could never feel that way about Ms. Olen and her family. And frankly, I think that is what upsets her the most.
Also, I would like to add, that I continue to work as a nanny. That the families I am currently working for are very pleased with my services. That one has only increased my hours. We have a positive working relationship that has redeemed this year for me.
That's all for now...I need to pack up the Suburban and get the girls to our beach house for a week in Bay Head, New Jersey, where Aunt Veg and Uncle Quiet will be joining us for a couple of days of sun and fun.
Sunday Morning Update on Visitor #50,000...I think it was LJ! Our distinguished visitor came in from Kuala Lumpur at 3:48am, while Roxy was sleeping. Zzzzz. The referring URL was LJ's Music Monday meme, where I had left LJ a question about the Top Commenters widget in my sidebar (does anyone know why only nine of my commenters are listed instead of ten??!!). Visitor #50,000 stayed only 10 seconds before clicking on the Top Commenters widget and dashing away in the night.
And what kind of celebration would it be without a gala awards ceremony? I'm going to slip into a little black dress to accept an award on behalf of Roxiticus Desperate Housewives and pass it on to other deserving sites. My good blogosphere buddy Mariuca honored me with the Uber (synonym to Super) Amazing Blog Award, a blog award given to a site that:
