Ten minutes before Sarah was supposed to arrive I found myself standing in front of my full-length bedroom mirror, several different tops strewn about my bed. What was wrong with me? Friday I'd met with six potential nannies, and I'd spent less than fifteen minutes on my outfit. I'd just worn what I'd wear to the office. But I couldn't do a pant suit or business skirt on a Sunday afternoon.

I pulled on a cream-colored pussy bow blouse. It was just translucent enough that you could catch a hint of my black lace bra underneath. I liked it. Maybe. Ugh, I don't know. But I was running out of...