What Is It With Husbands Cheating With The Help?
What is the deal with husbands and the help? From Jude Law to Arnold Schwarzenegger, history is full of stories of men who have gone astray with the people who helped keep their families afloat.
In "Sex and the City 2," poor Charlotte spends half the movie worrying about her husband back at home with her bouncy, braless nanny.
Makes me grateful to be struggling to manage my two kids on my own, I guess. Being understaffed can have its privileges, apparently.
Before my divorce, I had a husband and I had help. And I had one clear requirement: old and ugly, please. As a woman my intuition told me there are just certain types of women you just don’t bring into your home if you can avoid it.
I wonder if Maria Shriver’s spidey sense ever went off about who her husband really was and what he was capable of doing? So many times, we ignore our intuition or allow men to tell us we are being insecure.
And it’s not that I didn’t trust my ex-husband (and to my knowledge there was no infidelity prior to our split), but I think sometimes men are only as faithful as their options. And they are pretty lazy. So an in-house option can quickly become a viable option, given the right (wrong) circumstances.
I’m just saying.
When my girlfriends ask me tips about bringing help into the home, I stress to them that the best help is not just about what is best for your kids but what is best for your whole family. And while you are caught up (and rightfully so) on credentials, experience and certifications, you should also trust your womanly spidey sense about what type of woman this is and be painfully honest about what kind of man you are living with. How is your help of any help to you if while they take great care of your kids, you are stressing about her midriff tops or peek-a-boo thongs—I don’t need to pay for that kind of worry.
I did have one young, attractive nanny. She was excellent with children but, honestly a little blonde at the roots when it came to adult conversation, and I knew my pompous husband would never go for that.
One time, however, she did take to wearing those low rider jeans which would give us a glimpse of Butt Krakowski every time she picked something up from the floor. Mama didn’t like that. So I very kindly took her shopping and bought her some “work” jeans—she was welcome to catch a bum draft off the clock, but when she worked in my house she needed to be fully covered.
Maybe I am a little crazy for the way I managed things. And I totally feel for Maria Shriver and her children. In the end, ladies, I know that a man is going to do what a man is going to do. And there’s just no help for that.