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I love Monday nights. First I get to watch the train wrecks on Nanny 911 and then I get to watch the train wrecks on SuperNanny.

Do I enjoy these shows because I like watching families in turmoil? Well, yes and no. I don’t like to see people in pain but…but…I do enjoy watching people try to squirm their way out of admitting that their pain is all self-inflicted. Most of the time, if your kids are brats or have psychotic meltdowns when they go to bed, it’s likely caused by something you’ve done. That shouldn’t be news to anyone. And again, if you’re going to go on television and air your family’s dirty laundry, expect to be judged.

What was so great about both of last night’s episodes is that both nannies basically called Mom & Dad out. It’s not like Nanny Stella and Nanny Jo lurk and troll around suburban neighborhoods looking for hosed-up families to fix. I’m sure they have better uses for their time. These people write in to the show begging and pleading for help.

Ask and ye shall receive…unless you don’t like what your assigned nanny is saying…then Mom and Dad pull out that tired, old “YOU don’t understand our family dynamics” or “YOU don’t understand my child.”

Both Jo and Stella basically told the parents last night that if they thought they could do a better job, then just freaking DO IT already! Don’t whine to television producers that you can’t handle your kids or your life or whatever, then whine when someone recommends that you step out of your comfort zone for one night and see if the results are a little more to your liking.

No wonder the kids all whine…the parents do it, too. My mom didn’t whine and consequently, neither did I. Well, I did but when I did it came to an abrupt stop.

Favorite scene…when Youngest Kiddo locked Mom and Nanny Jo out of the house last night on SuperNanny. That’s what happens when you piss off a 4-year old…you get put in the Naughty Yard.

Plus, I always get a kick out of how The Bachelor is wedged in between nanny shows. It’s like they’re trying to tell all of the women out there looking for that “amazing connection” what the logical next step is. Can I just point out that the only girl I really liked, Sarah, the labor and delivery nurse from McKinney, TX is in the final two? Yes, my crystal ball and I are available for birthday parties and corporate functions.

After weeks (okay, minutes) of trying to figure out who The Other Sarah reminded me of, it finally dawned on me…Olinda from The Next Joe Millionaire. Same narcissistic attitude, same stringy blonde hair.

Oh Lord…I just divulged that I watched The Bachelor last night, didn’t I?