So on day 103, I did the unthinkable. I took a babá to a birthday party. And it was pretty nice.
Sure, if the parents have to work or are too busy (or smart) not to accompany their children to a birthday party, I get the need. (Though most of the solo babás at these festas do not, in fact, mind the children but spent their time gossiping and consuming mini hot dogs and Guarana.) But I never really understood why parents who had decided to attend these kids functions also had their nannies in tow. Now I do.
Not only was there someone else to cater to the constant demands for popcorn and water, but I was actually able to sneak away from the chaos for a bit with another babá-equipped mom to the cafe across the street.
Yes, I like to make some quality time with my daughter at these parties because she does have so much fun (and someone needs to monitor the chocolate intake). But it is also nice to have some intermittent breaks from the birthday festivities. And to have someone else put her shoes back on after a spin on the jumpy-jumpy.