So. Ms. Who. The brand-new nanny. She has emailed to say that she's accepted a "fantastic" job offer in London. An "opportunity she couldn't refuse." That she has, in fact--between last week and this--already moved there.
I have to start work again fifty miles from home a week from tomorrow and we have no caregiver. Jeff has big contracts with two important clients, contracts he has been putting off till we had help.
In a way, I am relieved; I found myself strangely and selfishly bothered by the idea of someone else holding her, someone else changing her, someone else comforting her. But I know this is just a temporary reprieve: we need help. If we're to fulfill our other responsibilities, we need to work. To work, we need someone else to take care of Olivia.