Eva Amurri—Susan Sarandon's daughter, an actress, and the mommyblogger of "Happily Eva After"—wrote a rather salacious blog post yesterday about firing her nanny because of an "accidental" sext the babysitter sent to Amurri's husband. Gasp about that below, and also at the people who are given every possible advantage in life and still decide that they want to become mommybloggers.
Apparently, Amurri's nanny accidentally sent the following text to the husband:
OMG. Girl, did I mention to you how hot and sex my Boss is. I would love to fuck his brains out ha haah. Too bad he seems not to like thick Latin women with lots to hold on to LOL.
Oh dear. Apparently, Amurri's husband began to suspect that the text wasn't sent accidentally when he saw the nanny looking at him from the window of his bedroom, where she wasn't allowed to go.
(According to Amurri, "at this point in Kyle’s story, the part of me who is the teenager who came of age in Brooklyn started bubbling up– and my hands started itching to take my earrings out and hold them while I got CRAZY." Girl, you are ACADEMY AWARD-WINNING ACTRESS SUSAN SARANDON'S DAUGHTER. What part of Brooklyn do you expect readers to believe you're from?)
Amurri's husband then fired the nanny, who left right after a somewhat mortifying conversation. But Amurri still felt overwhelmed and betrayed by everything that occurred:
Clearly, that text was not a mistake. If it had been a mistake, she would have been humiliated, so frantic to make it right (I’ve been there with mistaken texts, I know). That text was sent out as a missive to test the proverbial waters with my husband and give her an opportunity later, when alone, to bring up a sexy dialogue with him. Need more evidence? She sent it the only morning she had that his wife was out of town. I felt a lot of things as I listened to this. I felt anger, I felt pride in my husband for being so loyal (and smart) and handling it well, and I felt a huge betrayal also. How dare this person, who we were paying very generously to care for our young daughter– how dare she use her time with my child, in my HOME, to plot out a way to screw my husband and screw up my family! It was beyond psychotic. It was something that exemplified a truly broken person and that realization made me feel almost badly for her. Almost. It also made me grateful for my strong relationship with my husband. I know that this happens all the time with different results. The rumors of this type of thing are all over the tabloids all the time. As I was thinking about this, I also realized something bone chilling: I no longer had childcare.
Luckily, there's a happy ending: they're using "a little improvisation" to get through the next few childcare-free weeks. And bless their hearts—can you imagine having to raise kids without full-time help?