We Could All Use A Wife
For the six years my amazing nanny Cheryl worked for me, people would always ask me how I could possibly manage as a single working mother. "Easy," I said, "I have a wife." Cheryl not only did a fabulous job raising Jesse (really, I learned how to be a mother from watching her), she also kept the apartment clean (though not in her job description), often cooked meals for me as well as Jesse (also, not in her job description), kept a running grocery list, found repairmen for me, and every season went through Jesse's closet, weeding out the things that were too small and switching off the summer and winter clothes. I often joked that I should have hired her years earlier just to take care of me. Unfortunately, once Jesse hit 2nd grade I really couldn't justify paying a full time nanny anymore, and although Cheryl is still very much a part of our life as a friend, I'm on my own at home. I still haven't recovered.
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