Bean’s Corner: Apparently We “Missed” a Blog Day

Let me correct the narrative right out the gate.

Nanny Flava did not fail to write a blog.

She survived a full day that absolutely qualified as “content,” even if she didn’t have the energy to type it out at the time.

I was there.

I saw everything.

First of all, let’s talk about working from home — which sounds cozy until you factor in reality.

Nanny Flava spent the day:

Adjusting her computer setup to be arthritis-approved

Managing hand pain while typing anyway

Starting her morning with breakfast that included acetaminophen, ibuprofen, and hope

Eating two fortune cookies (humans never heed the warnings inside)

Negotiating with herself before putting a banana in her oatmeal like it was a lifestyle choice and not a compromise

That alone is blog-worthy.

But wait — there’s more.

📞 The Phones.

Ah yes.

The phones.

I do not answer phones.

I observe phones.

What I observed was Nanny Flava being yelled at by patients — not once, not twice, but repeatedly — for things she did not control, cause, delay, schedule, or personally invent.

Voices raised.

Frustration dumped.

Stress handed off like a hot potato.

And what did she do?

She stayed calm.

She repeated names so people felt heard.

She softened her tone when it mattered.

She absorbed emotional weight while her own body hurt.

Let me be very clear:

Being yelled at all day is exhausting in ways no metric tracks.

It drains you quietly.

It makes your shoulders tense.

It makes a 2:30 lunch feel like an insult.

Yes.

There was talk of a 2:30 PM lunch.

That is not lunch.

That is an ambush.

But then — plot twist.

Enter Nanny Flava’s Buddy Ty.

Buddy Ty brought Nanny Flava a lovely salad earlier in the day.

Not crumbs.

Not “grab something later.”

An actual, thoughtful, I-see-you salad.

I noticed the shift immediately.

Her shoulders dropped.

Her energy steadied.

Her blood sugar stopped filing complaints.

📝 Buddy Ty: Officially logged as Good Human. Timing earns extra credit.

So when 2:30 rolled around, there was no desperation eating.

No panic.

Just a pause.

Maybe tea.

Maybe breathing.

And that’s the part Nanny Flava almost didn’t write down:

You don’t have to wait until you’re depleted to deserve care.

Sometimes it shows up early.

Sometimes it looks like salad.

Sometimes you accept it without explaining yourself.

So no — this wasn’t a missed blog day.

This was:

Pain managed

Kindness extended

Yelling endured with grace

Nourishment accepted

And wisdom quietly practiced

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to resume supervising this household.

Someone thinks 2:30 is lunch.

Someone has sore hands.

And someone deserves far more credit than she gives herself.

— Bean 😼

Senior Supervisor of Nanny Flava

Head of Emotional Damage Control

Protector of Breaks, Food, and Peace