The Ten-Minute Nanny

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I don’t need a hero. I don’t even need a full-time nanny (though sometimes I think that would be nice). I don’t need a three-day nanny, either. I just need a ten-minute nanny.

Home time. I let the older two out and they run to the front door, baying for me to open it right NOW! I open the door for them, go back for the toddler, who has by now twisted himself almost out of his straps. I release him into the hall and take a deep breath. The clock starts…now!

  • Go back to car, bring in the book bags, PE bags, violin, changing bag, my handbag, my overflow handbag, two bags of shopping, all the coats, hats and gloves plus one leaking smoothie carton, an ancient baby bottle that’s rolled out from under the seat, a split packet of rice cakes, the biscuit barrel that seems to come with us everywhere, the baby’s blanket, the middlie’s comfort toy that I wouldn’t let him take into school and kept in the car to keep his seat warm for him for after school and a Tupperware of toast crusts from this morning’s breakfast sitting round the table having a wholesome family conversation. Minimum two trips (I have big hands and stubbornness).
  • Shut car doors – Heaven forfend that my children should shut a door after themselves.
  • Go back in house for key and lock car.

Meanwhile, I am also expected to:

  • Take everyone’s shoes off. Yes, they do it in PE. No, they can’t do it at home.
  • Put the tea on
  • Take the toddler to the loo
  • Take the other two to the loo, because they like a luxury wipe when at home.
  • Turn the TV on.
  • Find the right Kate and Mim-Mim.
  • No, not THAT one, mummy!
  • Give them all apple juice.
  • Find the Lego light sabre that went under the sofa in a scuffle that morning.
  • Break up the current scuffle
  • Give them all a biscuit.
  • Give them all a cut-up apple.
  • Give the baby some milk.
  • Catch a toddler toppling off the arm of the sofa
  • Reprimand the boy who pushed him
  • Reassure the boy that this doesn’t mean I want him to go away forever
  • Ask the other boy to stop complaining about the crying noise
  • Is tea ready?
  • Can you open the back door?
  • Can you dry the trampoline? (With what, darling, my actual hair?)

Meanwhile…

I am absolutely, pelvic-floor crunchingly, eye-wateringly DESPERATE for the loo.

All I want is someone to do all that other stuff. While I have a wee. I don’t care if I’m alone in the loo or not, I just want an extra pair of hands. Just for ten minutes.

When’s your crunch time? When do you need a ten-minute nanny?

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