Today I was joyfully playing at this stellar park with the 3 yr old boy I take care of. In the midst of much laughter and chasing, a call came in on my cell from a PR rep handling a major event that I was lucky enough to get access to. In the midst of discussing details, orchestrating schedules, and throwing around names like “James McAvoy” and “Liev Schreiber, the shouts of children, most specifically my little guy, are filling the air. Contrary to the rest of the nannies, I am running away from my kid, rather than toward him, trying to maintain the facade of professionalism with this faceless voice of importance on the phone. Laughing, yelling child following me, I’m attempting to negotiate terms while frantically and silently gesturing for the kid to be quiet- and then it happens-

PR Rep: my God, what IS that?!

Me: uhhh… I’m near a park.

Crisis averted. Business tended to while still tending to child. But, really? This is my life?

This is my life.

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