don't have time to read my own emails, let alone other people's! And nobody cleans my house 'cept me...sometimes...
What I said yesterday was hardly a rant, surely a rant goes on and on? I think I made, what I admitted was a dodgy point, pretty sucinctly. And I predicated it with the knowledge that I was, I know, being unreasonable and onesided. But the thought of someone going through my emails was quite horrific - not that they could, I'm not so daft to make that possible. It really did strike me though, when I went to look on the original site, that there must be some minority dodgy nannies not getting on with their work - and worse still snooping!
I don't suppose the glitzy signatures are an issue. I thought they were childish but that's my opinion. It made me think that it was my year 10s looking after kids. Which is frankly scary. But I could be wrong. I just think of the kids I know who are doing 'chile davelopmunt' .... I wouldn't leave my dog with a couple of them. (nor have my hair done by the ones that do 'air and booty')
I made a decision that my youngster would go to nursery and not have a nanny or CM because I felt that there was safety in numbers: bad child carers may well be in the minority, I'm sure they are. But if my son is going to be unlucky enough to encounter one at least they'll be other decent carers around. It's the thought of leaving my child alone with a nanny that's scary. Now before you RIGHTLY tell me that 99.99999 nannies/CMs are wonderful, the fact that this one was as dishonest to sift through someone's emails does suggest that it's possible that another might be dishonest enough not to look after a child properly - doesn't it?
Sure the poor thing was freaked about her job - and I know cos I work with children too, albeit teenagers, that a job with them quickly becomes more than a salaried position - but she showed her imaturity with her snooping actions.
That said, when I was 12, I used to stay overnight at a posh woman's house, put her 5 and 2 y.0. to bed, get them up washed and to nursery and then myself to school. This was clearly awful, when I think back; BUT the worst snooping I ever did was to read The Joy of Sex which was on the coffee table anyway...