12/13/2023 0 Comments Sharing the babysitterI’ve tasted the joy of leaving my home to remind myself who Hubby and I used to be without the worry the house will burn down in our absence. I’m telling you: I just can’t take the risk that our sitter will like you better. I’m not sure our friendship can handle that kind of stress, so let’s just agree to let me be selfish here. And, let’s not talk about the possibility that you could need her on the same night I do AND SHE PICKS YOU. You might have a better nightstand to snoop in, for God’s sakes. And, gulp, you might have PREMIUM cable and allow her to buy as many PayPerView movies as she can watch while you are gone. Well, for starters, what if you pay more per hour? What if you have better snacks in your pantry? Your kids might be better behaved than mine or you might allow her to bring her boyfriend along (sorry, but, NO). I’m not saying they’ve become a part of our family but if they wanted to move in so we could adopt them, I’m totally on board.Īnd, no, you can’t have their phone numbers, thankyouverymuch. They are kind, they are responsible and they even stayed with us through a three-year stint when we had an antenna instead of cable because Hubby was too cheap sick of paying the cable bill. No one was sharing and I was on my own.Īfter much searching and going through countless well intentioned yet scarily inept candidates, we found two girls who have lovingly cared for our children so we can regularly escape the madness. I’m exaggerating a tiny bit but you get my point. Strangely, I’d get responses like, “Uh, my sitter only works with twins, mine in particular” or “Oh, I’m sorry, my sitter goes back to college on every single night you need her” or “Uh, I’ll get back to you basically never because you are nuts if you think I’m sharing my Mary Poppins wonder sitter with you”. I was careful not to seem like I was poaching, I was merely gathering info “just in case”, I’d say. I’d casually work into my inquiry into conversations during play dates or the preschool drop off line. I set about asking friend after friend who they trusted with their special snowflakes. But, I’d need qualified babysitters to make it happen so I started my inquiries almost the day our son was born. This mama needed to see the light of day, er, the lights on the town, more than once a year. I’m never going to let this happen to us”. I’d listen to these stories in horror and think, “Never. Couple after couple told story after story about missed cocktail parties, failed date nights and movies they hadn’t seen in ten years. So stop asking me, m’kay?īefore we had kids, we heard horror stories of once social beings reduced to Stone Age Neanderthals because they couldn’t escape their children. I become tongue tied and petulant and, frankly, I want the world to know:ĭon’t ask me who my babysitters are because I’m hoarding them and I don’t want to share. I look immediately for the nearest exit and try to think of fantastical lies to throw the questioner off course. In fact, when I’m asked to divulge this information, I cringe and I start to sweat a little. One tidbit of information that I guard with extra special care. And, if you are one of my closest friends, I’m the gal there for you at 3 am.īut, there’s one thing I hate sharing. If you need me, I’m there for you, no questions asked. I give advice (almost never unsolicited), I give fabulous presents and I give of my time like nobody’s business (two words: PTA President).
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |