Anonymous wrote:I do think it is the nature of the job, OP. And I feel the same way on Monday mornings. By noon. The world is back in ouder!
+1
I've been a nanny for many years and walking in to a big disaster on Monday is typical. I have worked with a couple of families that somehow managed to totally destroy the whole house in the 12-14 hours I was gone every single night, so I try to remind myself that at least my current family usually only leaves a big mess for me one day a week.
My last family had twins and they would give them snacks (goldfish, Apple slices, juice boxes, sippy cups of milk, etc) and let them run around the play room and living room with their snacks every evening after dinner, and never even attempted to pick up the mess afterwards. I walked in every morning to at least a dozen half chewed goldfish ground into the carpet, and then had to search, through every toy bin, between couch cushions, in every hidden nook and cranny, for sippy cups full of curdled milk, half full juice boxes which had been dripping juice all over toys and the floor all night, and fuzzy shriveled up apple slices hidden inside the doll house furniture.
That was in addition to: high chairs left uncleaned from dinner, last night's diapers piled up on top of the changing table (Whyyy??), kitchen sink full of dirty dishes, and of course, toys everywhere. That was at 8am and I left everything spotless at 5pm the day before. Every. Day.
My current NF is world's better, thank heavens, and usually Tuesdays through Fridays I walk into a relatively clean home. But Mondays are a bit of a different story. I just do my best to get things back in order on Monday, and try to remind myself of my last family and be thankful that at least the rest of the week isn't so bad.