Now, I did interview the girl I'm most interested in for the nanny position today. Since I'll be doing five classes at once, I knew I'd need an extra set of hands so I can get my grading done. Derek and I decided that we'll have the nanny come for about 2-3 hours one day a week, maybe two if things get hectic, just to watch Stella while I grade in our office. I'll be in the house with her, so I'll hear everything going on and I won't have to worry about anyone stealing her (thanks, Mom :/).
As for the nanny, she seems super. Her name is Kaylie, and she's new to Bluffton. She just got married last month, and her husband is a pastor in the area. She has six years of experience, and she seemed really nice. She knows CPR, and her references have been fantastic. I really like her, and I think she'll be a good fit. I just hope I didn't weird her out. I was talking about cloth diapers and being environmentally friendly, and then, she asked where my husband works, and I said SCAD. After I left, I thought, "I bet she thinks we're total hippies." I was talking about how I like to let Stella make her own schedule and if she wants to be in a sleeper all day then that's cool with me. Oh well. Hopefully, I didn't scare her away. I'm sure she'll shit when she sees that Derek is covered in tattoos.
She's really nice, and I hope that she'll accept the position when I offer it to her tomorrow. I really think it will work out well since I won't be worried about Stella and I'll be home with her.
I spent some of this afternoon - between grading - setting up my office space. It had always been the hub for bullshit and coupons and random crap. I wanted to make it more "workable" and feel a little more like an office. I also moved Stella's swing next to my chair so I can have her right next to me when I'm grading.
Overall, I'm thrilled with how things are turning out. I feel so blessed to be given the ability to be home with our girl. I would have really missed her if I had gone back to work full-time. Well, I better run. Derek is due home from work any second now, and I need to go throw the frozen pizza in the oven. Oh, how I slave over dinner... haha.