The NFO took a trip and I was home for a few days with the 3 kids.
We had been set up for success…clothes were taken out and sorted, meals were prepared, and our nanny was on point.
I had a few jobs…one of them was to make lunches.
Towards the end of the week, I realized we were better off (and saving time) if the kids just told our nanny what they wanted.
After a day of that, I turned to Nadia and said, “how was lunch today?”
“It was great. I ate everything.”
Then, I asked the wrong question: “who makes the best lunch? Mom, Amsale, or Dad?”
“Mommy and Amsale!”
“What?!” I asked.
She looked at me and calmly said, “It’s because you don’t know what you are doing!”