Au pair blues

Published November 28, 2008 by Dorothy

Right,so you’re thinking of becoming an au pair,and you are starting to read brochures from au pair agencies and browsing specialized websites.The brochures show you pictures of supermodels,smiling in joy,hugging impossibly cute toddlers,and the legend says “I had the greatest time with the de L’Anglois family,they treated me like a daughter,and the little Pierre-Alain was the nicest child in the world.They took me for a trip around the country.The dad,a professional surfer took me to the beach in Nice to give me free surfing lessons everyday whilst the mother,a french teacher,helped me improve my french.Of course I’m eating the most amazing French dietetic food and I’ve lost 20 pound since I arrived.I was a fat wretch before I came now I’m a bilingual surfer oh amazing grace…”

You swallow hook line and sinker,oh,this must be great!I want to do that!and you start looking for a host family on ๐Ÿ˜†

I mean,it’s great being an au pair if you are lucky enough to find yourself aย nice host family, like me ๐Ÿ™‚ but you’ve got to be prepared, it’s not always very easy and you’ve got to be so responsible. Oh, and I’ve put on weight, daddy won’t stop cooking fry ups ๐Ÿ˜€

They forget in the brochure,the part when Pierre Alain has a nappy malfunction and you have to spend half an hour cleaning him up,(and afterwards when you find poo trapped under your nail) And the part when you are home alone with Pierre Alain and everything goes smooth all day,then five minutes before bedtime bang,he trips and hurts his knee and the whole family turns up at that precise moment;you turn up at the door,holding a bloody tissue and a hysterical toddler, looking utterly irresponsible,and they look at each other thinking “what has she done to the poor child?”.

Yes my poor little Elf fell today,and really,I’m really looking after him the best I can and I feel so really bad about letting him fall.

Ah well.

Won’t happen again.

Stick around!

M xx


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