Breaking up with the S's.
I gave them my two-week notice today. It was horrible. Let's just say that after hanging up with Jeff this evening, it became clear that my going home for the summer is inevitable. (For the record, this is supposedly a "break" rather than a "break up," us having some time apart before I come back in the fall and we start working on the relationship again. I'll also be coming back here during the summer for the occasional weekend, so that we aren't completely separated for the summer. But whatever.)
Anyway, when the dad got home (I knew I had to do it right away, to get it over with), I sat down at the kitchen counter, trying to keep my emotions in check (I already knew that as soon as I opened my mouth, I was going to start crying again). He looked at me, and he said, "It looks like you need to tell me something." I just nodded, still unable to talk. Jokingly (or so he thought), he said, "What, are you going to quit or something?" I said, "Yeah," as my voice broke and the tears started.
Poor Mr. S. looked absolutely flabberghasted. You could tell that he truly didn't expect me to say that, and that he was throwing it out there almost rhetorically. "You ARE?" he asked with his mouth wide open.
I told him that it absolutely had nothing to do with them, that I truly loved my job with them and I adored the kids. "But I have to go home to Holland for personal reasons," I brokenly explained. "I won't be around this summer. I'm sorry."
He silently nodded. "Does my wife know?" he asked. I told him that no, I was waiting till I was absolutely sure, and that I hadn't even been absolutely sure this morning. He then asked how much time they had left, and I told him through the end of May.
Earlier, I started crying around the kids (both talking to Jeff and looking at the kids, realizing that I WAS going to have to leave them). "Are you CRYING, Supernanny?" Noah asked.
"Yeah, a little," I answered (as tears streamed down my face).
"Wow," Madison said. "I didn't know that Supernannies cried."
"Yeah, sometimes," I told her. "Even Supernannies can get sad."
"But I don't WANT you to cry," said Noah. They all looked so sad that it just broke my heart.
(The only funny part to all of this came later, as we were playing Uno and I was nervously waiting for Mr. S. to come home. Madison played a Draw 4 card and Noah looked worriedly at me. "Are you going to cry again, Supernanny?" he nervously asked.)
So that's that.