Towards the end of every Au Pair’s year, the host family usually begins looking for a new Au Pair or nanny. Often they want our opinion on our replacement as well.
Most of the time, two weeks before an Au Pair finishes with the family, the new Au Pair will arrive, and they’ll be “working together” while the new Au Pair gets to know the kids, and the old Au Pair cries into her pillow. It can be an awkward situation for all involved.
I’m pretty lucky because my family won’t be getting a new Au Pair, which means no one will be staying in my room and sleeping in my bed, but they will be getting a nanny for after school.
The potential replacement nanny came over a couple of days ago, and took the kids to the park for a few hours so they could get to know her. She’d visited once before and they seemed to like her fine. I hated her on sight.
Don’t get me wrong-I’m sure she’s a perfectly nice woman, and apparently she’s been recommended by the agency so she must be good at her job, but I seem to have regressed back to high-school level maturity, and she’s temporarily ‘the enemy’.
Miss 5 had a great time with her (traitor). Mr 7 was less interested, although he took a couple of months to warm up to me as well.
It’s a weird feeling, this feeling of being replaced. When I’ve left previous jobs I haven’t cared about who’ll be filling my shoes, but this is a completely different situation. I know I’m ready to move on-I’m counting down the days until I leave for San Francisco after all, but I also don’t want the kids to forget me. I don’t want to be just another babysitter in a long line of them, and I certainly don’t want them to like the new nanny more than me. I know I’m being completely irrational, but this month I’m giving myself permission to feel as jealous and pissed off as I like, no matter how immature I’m being.
I’m being very polite to the new nanny (even if she is thinner than me), and I’m trying to act like it’s no big deal in front of the kids. And if I’m upstairs crying in the bathroom while she goes off to hang out with MY kids…well that’s no ones business but mine.