The need for control

For a nanny, control is a very limited resource. There is not many things over which you have authority over in your life, especially if you live with the family you work for. Even the children know that you do not have the final say and that all it takes is a simple pleading request to the parents to renig your authority. Even though you spend more time with the children than anyone else, you have no power over their schedule, no matter how harry or demanding it is for you or them. You can't keep the offending words (always said at the most inopportune moments) that they have learned from their parents from coming out of their mouths, and you have no choice but to accept the ill placed blame, because to most of the other adults in these childrens' lives, the parents are not much more than a figment of the child's imagination.
Not only is control relinquished on the occupational end, but also on the personal. Your transportation is limited to your own two feet, and you must ask permission to do such simple things as go to the gym or the store if you absolutely must use their 2007 audi s4. There's no control over your privacy, so everything you do in the confines of their house must be something you would be ok doing in front of a crowd of judgmental onlookers. You never know when you will have a moment alone, as they are always coming to your room at any inconvenient hour to discuss work-related issues, or they are finding excuses to go into your room or bathroom. They decided what you eat, when you go, what time you wake up and even which TV shows you watch (you can't change the channel when they're Tivoing something). After 9 months of enduring this, my opressed desire for control over my own life has been slowly eating me from the inside out. What is left is a manic desire to lassoo all the overwhelming complexities that used to be considered insignificant intricacies of daily life and make just one adult decision for myself.