Double, Double, Toil and Trouble

So, the past few days have kinda stunk! Isabelle and I have both been sick. We visited the Dr. on Monday, and she has a slight throat and ear infection and I have some infection I won't try to spell, which has left blisters on the back of my throat and adnoids (sp?). Painful to say the least, and tiring, which makes me less than stellar company for her during the day. To add to the whole mess, we had an unfortunate nanny experience and are still feeling quite crummy about it all.

It all started well. We, as in Gilles and I, Renee and Shawn and the two babies, met with Nanny X on Monday night. We had sifted through what seems like a million and one profiles, contacted several, and wheedled the number down. She seemed perfect on paper, but being a sceptic I wasn't counting on anything. To our shock and awe, she was all that she claimed to be. Had lots of experience, was enthusiastic, the babies loved her (expecially Logan who was flirting with her the whole time she was there), seemed totally happy with the pay, vacation, our list of programs for the kids, general needs, and the shared nanny situation - the whole kit and kaboodle......and she was also available to us on weekends for our much needed "date nights". She left and we fell over each other, practically jumping for joy (save for her references and CPIC which she promised to send by the next day, this girl was all but hired). I thought I could now return to work and know that Isabelle was going to have a special buddy who would hopefully be around until she went to school.....Shared the great news with a select few family members and it seems, promptly jinxed ourselves.

Here's where the following analogy seems appropriate. You are at a high school dance and meet the boy who's visiting from another school. You become completely enamoured. You dance with only him all night long, you share conversation and discover you share many of the same interests (except it probably sounds more like "and like, he totally gets me"). At the end of the dance, he kisses you and asks for your phone number, and then you never hear from him again. Stinks eh, but it happens and we're never quite sure why (was it the conversation, the sweaty hands, the amount of hairspray you used, the kiss.....). Bummer is that since he's not from your school, you can never really know why unless you ask one of the clueless friends of his who invited him in the first place, and that's not liable to get you far.

Same thing happened here. We all developed a crush and she never called back with her references. We all felt the tickle of the proverbial slap, especially since it never really occurred to us that SHE wouldn't like US. I mean, forget us, have you seen those babies!? There was a case of 24 hour moping, and the thought of having to re-enter the world of the nanny profiles once more sent us into panic mode, but what to do? It felt like a bad break up. In any case, the story ends somewhat differently as Gilles called today and got her Mom at home. She said that Nanny X's close friend had been in a car accident the night we interviewed her and she had been at the hospital pretty much since then.

So, we're still back at the drawing board, but hope we hear from her again at some point, even if it's just to explain what happened with her friend, or to say she's not interested. First love is a hard one to get over. For the record too, I'm not being insensitive about her friends accident - had she called in the past 48 hrs and just let us know that the references and such would have to wait, I would have given her ALL the time she needed to take. That's how much we all liked her.