>Guest Blog: ISO Mary Poppins

>On Friday you met Maura, read about her plan to complete 36 things by her 37th birthday. She sucked you in and now, she’s back to guest post for me today (word prompt: window). Enjoy!!

Wanted: Mary Poppins, Only Better

It’s June, 2008, and our nanny has quit in a huff. I like to think I’ve treated her well, but the truth is, she’s missed 15 of the last 30 days of work, and that brings out my bad side. When she gives me her notice, she blurts some strange story about moving to South Carolina. “I plan to drive back here every few days to visit family,” she says shiftily. “If you see my car in my driveway, that’s why.” It’s a bold-faced lie. She knows I don’t believe her, and she doesn’t care. 
My boys watch through the window as she leaves without waving goodbye. “There goes Miss Angie.” He says grimly. “Who’s coming to see us too-mah-whoa?”
It’s a solid question. Who is coming? I don’t know, but I want to find someone exceptional. I hate leaving my boys each day. It wrecks me in ways I can’t even explain. Every morning I slide on my guilt shoes as I hand my kids to someone who isn’t me, then blow kisses as I trudge to my car. I thought I’d get used to the separation, but I never have.
My husband and I schedule a series of interviews. Most of the candidates are qualified, but none of them are quite right. That is, until we meet Sara. I like her from the start. She has great experience and the calm personality we need to counter-balance those times when I act like a spaz. More importantly, the boys seem to like her. “I think she’s the one!” we agree. Still, we have one candidate left, and it’s too late to cancel the appointment.
Ashley arrives promptly at 8:00. She’s very tall and very blonde and very, very gregarious. My boys are mesmerized by that tall, blonde gregariousness, and when the interview was over, they beg her to stay. “Wow, they really like you!” I say. “You certainly have a way with children!” We hire her the very next morning.
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From the start, it’s clear I’ve made a mistake. I return home each day to dirt-smeared cheeks and an explosion of toys. “She’s just getting into the swing of things,” I tell myself. “Maybe she’s sorting out a routine. I’ll just have to be clearer about my expectations.”
After a week, the neighbors begin to call. “Your boys were playing by the road today,” Caryn says gently. “I looked for Ashley but didn’t see her. I’m sorry to worry you, but I knew you’d want to know.”
Then this from the boys: “Miss Ashley took us wif her to buy a new phone. We wanted to go into the store, too, but she made us wait ah-wone in da cah wif her new fwiend, Jake.”
“Who’s Jake?” I ask Ashley the next day.
“Oh, right…” she says cheerfully. “I met him this weekend. He seems nice.”
My head pounds as I climbed the steps to my home office. “Let her go.” I tell myself sternly. “Do it today. Do it right this second.”
“And then what?” I ask myself testily. “Don’t be rash. You need a backup plan first.” I walk to my desk and find Sara’s file. I circle her number and reach for the phone. When I start to dial, Ashley knocks on my office door. “I’m taking the boys to the zoo!” she chirps. “My friends might meet us there!”
“Oh!” I say, caught fully off-guard. “You know, Ashley, maybe you should stay here today.” 
“Oh, it’s no problem!” She says sweetly. “I’m getting ready to pack their lunches.” As she retreats down the steps, she throws this question over her shoulder: “Do you have a picnic basket? My friends would think that’s cute.”
I follow her down the stairs and into the kitchen, wringing my brain for the right words to end this awful arrangement. I’ve never fired anyone before…how am I supposed to do it? She cuts grapes and folds sandwiches as I will myself to say the words. 
That’s when I notice: the house is quiet. “Ashley,” I almost whisper. “Where are the boys?”
“I don’t know!” she answers brightly. “I think they’re outside.”
My heart just stops. I drop the pen I’m holding and run to the living room window. Three-year-old H and one-year-old O are standing by the sandbox, throwing sand at one another’s faces.
“Mrs. _____,” Ashley asks. “Is something wrong?” 
I turn to her with my arms folded. “We need to talk.”
I call Sara that night. “I know this is a long shot,” I say. “But if you’re interested in the job, we’d love to have you.”
“Yes, I’m interested,” she says sincerely. “I’d be glad to help out. When can I start?”
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Now, almost three years later, Sara’s a member of our family. She’s more “Aunt” than she is “Nanny,” and she’s definitely a sister and friend. When I hear the door open each morning, I shout, “Hey!” as she takes off her coat. “What’s the weather like?” I ask. “And did you watch _____ on TV last night?” 
We chat as I flip pancakes and she prepares a bottle for her newborn son. We talk about our weekends or teething or our book club or the boys’ school plans until it’s time for me to head to the office. 
I shout, “Love you, boys!” as I walk out the door. And sometimes, I call, “Thanks, Sara!” I still slip on my guilt shoes as I go, but at least now I leave my fellas with someone they love, who loves them back.
What I want to say, what I never say, what I wish I could tell her without embarrassing us both, is that I’d pick her again without hesitation. Not only do my boys have a marvelous guardian in Sara, but I have a wonderful friend. It’s a window of opportunity I almost missed, and it took a string of really bad decision making to lead me to open it.
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>BSOW: 3 Days

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I’m sharing the ice cream this week with someone who started her blog because she wanted to do 36 things by her 37th birthday and wanted a place to journal it. She seems like she is having a blast too! Her cute little blog is called 36×37, and she’s got it going on. She has completed 26 of her 36 projects. She has a hard time saying no, especially to her two gorgeous little boys. She’s calm in the face of failure. She had 10 questions to ask her mom, her take on Book clubs, she’s got the dibs on superheroes. She considers her dad a better storyteller than CS Lewis.

Please welcome Maura of 36×37 this week.

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I asked Maura “If you only had 3 days left to live, what would you do with them?”

Her answer…

I’d travel. I’d cash in the 401k, pluck my sons from school, and together we’d travel as a family. Forget Italy, England and France, though–we’d visit places I probably never would have seen had I been granted a longer life. We’d fly to Morocco. Taiwan. Vietnam. Egypt. Saskatchewan. Iceland. We would witness cultures most Westerners only read about, and we’d do it all by Concord jet. Go big or go broke.

I’d like to say I’d donate my remaining funds to a worthy cause. Realistically, though, I’d set up a trust to make sure my sons could go to college, then go on to make a positive impact to society. Cure cancer. Establish world peace. Discover a way to work and nap simultaneously, because honestly, how nice would that be?

What would you do if you only had 3 days to live?

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