Yes that’s right, you read correctly, I finally have a new job. (But no, it’s not as a nun. However, Julie Andrews is crucial to my skill set.) Hence the absence from blogging – I’ve been in training and it has been so exhausting learning all the new skills I will need that I come home and hit the sack immediately, too tired to even turn on my computer. Sorry Internets, I missed you dearly, will you ever forgive me?!

When I was made redundant before Christmas last year I knew that it was a chance for me to change the path I was on – to grow, learn and fill my days with a job that made me feel good about myself, made me feel alive and didn’t leave me wondering if I could call in sick every morning. But even that ‘chance’ was sort of stressing me out. I couldn’t find any jobs advertised that I liked, that I felt I could be passionate about. I was really getting worried that my window of opportunity was closing, money was running out and decisions had to be made. I couldn’t just stay home watching Midsomer Murders and Come Dine with Me all day and chatting on twitter, apparently.

Now, I LOVE The Office. I just hate working in one. I can’t stand office politics, micro management, petty infighting, jealous co-workers, no pay rises despite working hard and deserving them, getting promoted without a pay rise due to the lame excuse of economic hard times, food court lunches, eating lunch at your computer because no one takes a lunch break, doing unpaid overtime practically every day, getting no recognition or praise for your efforts, wearing boring smart casual office clothes and performing mind numbing work that sucks your will to live.

I know we all have to pay our bills somehow, but I never imagined that I would have to work in an office to do this. I don’t know what I imagined exactly, maybe I never really thought it through – I just know that the past 3 years of working in an office have left me rather bruised and reluctant to return. So when the chance to do something completely different came up, I decided to grab it with both hands.

This was the job ad –

“If you want this choice position
Have a cheery disposition
Rosy cheeks, no warts!
Play games, all sorts

You must be kind, you must be witty
Very sweet and fairly pretty
Take us on outings, give us treats
Sing songs, bring sweets

Never be cross or cruel
Never give us castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water

If you won’t scold and dominate us
We will never give you cause to hate us
We won’t hide your spectacles
So you can’t see
Put toads in your bed
Or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny!”

Well actually, I’ve grabbed this chance with one hand and the other is multi-tasking. Say hello to the new Sara, part time nanny and freelance writer extraordinaire.

Who would hire a 27 year old with relatively no experience with children to look after their 5 month old baby boy 3 days a week? My sister-in-law Sara would. Bless her for believing in me. And bless Austin, my darling nephew, for naming me his favourite Auntie. (He hasn’t learnt to speak yet of course but when he does, we all know what he will say.)

It’s a bit of a leap of faith for me really. It feels like a brave decision, for me, a bold move even. I’ve certainly felt some opposition to my decision…
“But you’ve got two degrees and first class honours in English, you’ve got loads of experience working in digital, what about your career?”
or
“Ew babies, gross. They cry a lot. And poo and stuff.”
and
“Working for family huh? Hmm, that’s tricky, I hope that works out for you…”

Well all of these statements may be true but where else would I find a job that allows me to sing all day long, like my life is a musical? Singing at meal times, sleep times, play times, happy times and sad times, I love to sing. And I mostly make up all my own words too, because I can’t remember the words to most nursery rhymes and childrens songs for the life of me. I can wear whatever daggy old clothes I want because they are going to get covered in food, drool, milk and tears anyway. I get to nap several times a day! I GET PAID TO NAP! These are a few of my favourite things, people!

So I’m channelling Mary Poppins and Fraulein Maria for nannying advice because they are ‘practically perfect in every way’ and as I’ve seen those films a million times each I suspect that the Julie Andrews School of Childcare brainwashed me from an early age.

If you’ve got any pearls of wisdom about parenting, or auntying, or nannying to offer, I’m all ears.(Please, I’m begging you!)

And the freelance writing part? Well that’s a whole different ball game. I was never very good at sports. But I do try. So 2010 is my year for trying new things. Wish me luck!

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