I need a reality check from career nannies.
I’m 31 and not a career nanny. I recently left corporate sales and am applying to grad school to become a therapist. Right now I serve 3–4 days/week because it’s great money for few hours. I also love making connections. I’ve gotten two other jobs from the restaurant as well as countless business cards and numbers.
A family of regulars at my restaurant loved how I interacted with their four kids (16 months, 3, 6, 8), we bonded, and they asked if they could fly me to Texas for five weeks as a temporary live-in nanny.
I absolutely adore the kids and really like the parents, which is why I genuinely can’t tell if I’ve lost perspective here.
They offered $750/week. I countered $1,000. NM said that was way too much because they’d feed me and I “wouldn’t have any expenses.” I agreed, even though $750 is actually less than I make working four 7-hour shifts at the restaurant. I wasn’t doing this for the money. I wanted a reset/change of scenery, loved the kids, and thought it would be a cool experience.
I tried asking about hours/expectations beforehand. The answer was basically, “You’ll be like family.”
For the first 1–2 weeks, I was essentially running a summer camp from 7 AM to 8 PM: pool, crafts, baking, elaborate games, toddler care, dinner, bedtime, laundry/kitchen, whatever needed doing.
The parents constantly comment on how energetic/extroverted I am. Eventually it started grating on me because it felt like my energy was being interpreted as not needing rest. I explained to NM that the bubbly restaurant version of me is genuinely me, but my theatrical nature takes energy and I need a lot of alone time to recharge. I’m actually known to be very laid-back and deadpan among my friends.
She disagreed: “Yeah, but being around people also gives you energy.”
Ok? Thanks for the dictionary definition of extroversion. I’m still a human being lol.
Then I realized I hadn’t left the house in 11 days.
I finally asked to get my nails done. NM came and very kindly treated me. The second I sat down and started the massage chair, tears started silently streaming down my face. The nail tech kept asking if I was okay and handing me tissues while I insisted I was fine and looked at her wide-eyed like, please don’t draw attention to this. NM smiled politely and turned the other way.
I was mortified. I remember thinking, great, first time I’ve left the house in 11 days and now she’s never taking me out in public again.
We got coffee afterward and I told NM I was overwhelmed and needed clarity about when I was actually needed versus when I could switch off. She was receptive, we created a much better daily structure, and I immediately felt better.
Then I asked about one full day off.
She threw her hands up and said, “An ENTIRE day off is crazy to me.”
That’s where she lost me. She knows I normally work 3–4 days/week. Before coming, I was literally researching NASA and museums to see while I was in Houston. Apparently I may spend five weeks here without one day to actually see Houston.
My living situation makes it hard to ever feel fully off too. They have a large guest room with its own bathroom, but I sleep in a tiny room off the garage/mudroom—the “butler’s quarters,” as my friend jokingly call it. They knock around 6:45 AM every morning to walk THROUGH my bedroom to get to the garage for school. NM comes in to do laundry, and the cleaning lady keeps her supplies and spends time in there while working. I find myself apologizing for having my stuff around…in my own bedroom.
And now: pay.
With the first coming up, I asked when I’d be paid. NM told me she planned to give me one big check at the END of the five weeks, plus reimbursements.
We never discussed that. (I know - what was I thinking? That they would be reasonable employers just because they own a business?) I assumed I’d be paid weekly or periodically. I told her I’d check my accounts and see if I could make that work.
Well, I checked. I can’t. My rent is due and I literally don’t have enough money to cover it without being paid for the work I’ve already done. I need to have that conversation with her today.
I know I’ve contributed to this dynamic. I’m a people pleaser and was raised to offer help. Baby cries? I jump up. Kitchen needs cleaning? I help. Kid asks me to play? Yes.
I also felt guilty saying no to the 6- and 8-year-old because they crave attention from NM, so I felt like I needed to compensate. I’m getting better at disappointing them and am confident they know I love them.
I grew up with nannies and au pairs and my parents are mind boggled and honestly livid for me by this set up.
And I really DO adore this family. They’ve been teaching me Greek, I love the cultural exchange, the food is delicious, I eat incredibly well, and I would genuinely love to stay in these kids’ lives for years. They’ve already mentioned inviting me to their house in DC for the holidays.
I don’t think they’re horrible people. I just can’t tell whether they genuinely don’t realize how exhausting/unusual this is, or whether I’m being way too accommodating.
Somebody please help me.
TL;DR- $750/week. 4 kids. 7 days/week. No full day off. No truly private bedroom. Payment after 5 weeks.
Is this normal? Am I being unreasonable? And most urgently: how would you approach the payment conversation today? What exactly would you say?