Our first guest blogger…stay tuned for more from RACS RANTS (and get ready to laugh because she is one witty mommy).

So  there are always awkward moments with new mommies at the park, I mean there is the “OMG you are still breastfeeding” conversations or the “your child just took a shovel to my kids face” serious confrontations.  But only in the OC, do you get awe-inspiring question – “is she the nanny or the mommy?” 

As I stand at the playground awkwardly shifting my toddler, a blondish (we never know what’s real here) and 20-ish female chases around little Jackson.  I start talking to her about his age and how my little one had not started walking yet, she giggles, they hug, and then I mention dinner and getting back home.  She immediately turns and says “oh no he’s not mine”.  I stare stunned by her honesty and silenced by her rejection of the idea that he could be her offspring.  It certainly wasn’t insulting, just quietly confronting, like when the garbage collectors see you braless dragging your garbage cans to the street corner.  You know they are still staring, but you quietly and as gracefully as possible sneak back into the home.

I have to wonder if it’s only a local phenomenon when my husband excitedly bounds through the door with our 1 ½ year old son and says he met “Olivia’s mom”, and then stops starry eyed and quickly says “I mean I think she’s the mom.”  Either way, he’s ready for another playdate. 

And only in the OC, does the nanny get 2 weeks paid vacation to get her breasts implants done by the newest hottest plastic surgeon in Newport Beach, while you sit stranded at a packed beach with your toddler throwing sand and shells at your face.  I wonder if in Omaha, Nebraska,  a mother and a nanny get frequently confused or is it just in this southern material world we call home? 

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