God bless her hard working soul. This poor, unfortunate woman has it tough. My heart truly goes out to her. It's not that I think celebrities (she's married to Kelsey, in case you didn't know) don't have problems, I just didn't realize the magnitude of their problems. How. Does. She. Do. It? Well, I tell ya, she's an absolute inspiration to me. Makes me so thankful that I don't have to try to handle 2 half-grown children with only 4 nannies and a house manager. I was so happy to see that she was able to get away to Hawaii and get some alone time. She looked stressed, and I'm sure she could use the rest...~tires screeching~
HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, let me throw a BEATING in it! (Sorry, the high school cheerleader in me came out of nowhere! She does that when I'm overly excited.) Is she kidding? I know she's not, but I am ready to put a WWF-sized SMACKDOWN on this woman. She needs to be absolutely ASHAMED of herself!! Now I am blessed (that's what they tell me.) to be able to stay home with my children, and I only have 2, which contrary to the popular 80's t.v. show...IS ENOUGH! But as crazy as these children make me, I would not be able to come up w/ enough stuff for TWO nannies, much less FOUR! And my kidlets are 1 and 4! If they were the ages of her kids, looks like 8 & 9ish, I'd be having a freakin' party!
Other than make a sandwich and get some juice...what do these nannies do all day? I tease about wanting a nanny, what mom doesn't. I am known to use the phrases, "Where's the Nanny?", "Call the Nanny!", "I'm going to fire that freakin' Nanny!". But in reality, I wouldn't let her take my kids to the doc...I want to be there. I wouldn't let her get up with my kids in the middle of the night...they need their Mommy, and I need to see that they are ok. I guess I'd let her change a diaper or two, maybe dish out some raisins and juice...that would be nice. But mostly, I think my nanny would sit here while my kidlets nap so I can run to Target. Not really worth paying someone for that. I guess I could have Diaper Nanny, Juice Nanny, Sandwich Nanny, and Nose-Wipin' Nanny. But do I really need this many people standing around staring at me? Listening to me while I talk to myself? ("Tell me you aren't going to do something, when Mommy tells you to. You MOVE when I say move! Who do they think they are talking to? I brought them into this world, and I can take them out!) I say NAY! I like to keep 'crazy' behind closed doors, thankyouverymuch.
Maybe Camille is good for us REAL moms. Those of us that wouldn't trade our kids for a million bucks, but wouldn't give you a nickel for another one. The moms in the trenches who have to get the kids up, out the door...oops, the baby pooped...back in the house, change the diaper...out the door...forgot the lunchbox, pack the lunch...out the door...4 year old has to pee, unbuckle carseat, back in the house...out the door. ( I'm not really out the door yet but I could do this all day, and I have. So let's just stop here, shall we?) If it weren't for Camille, to remind us what a great mom really looks like, we might just be floating aimlessly out in the world. Camille has given us purpose!! Focus!! Drive!! Yes, DRIVE...as in, "let's DRIVE to Camille's house and punch her in the face!" I kid. I wouldn't waste the gas.
But one can't help but wonder, when Camille is in her golden years...how many nurses will her children hire?