The thought of breaking in a new babysitter causes me so much anxiety I just broke out into a cold sweat writing this sentence.
So when I find a person I think might work, interview them, call their references, talk about a pay scale, set a date and clean the house because I don't want this 20-year-old babysitter to think I'm a slob, the very least I expect from this person is that she'll show up.
When she doesn't, and I'm left wondering every half hour if maybe I got the time wrong, and half hour after half hour goes by with me pacing the living room, checking to see if a car I don't recognize is coming down the street, and yet no car ever arrives... well, this is when I think about giving up the idea of childcare and give in to the idea of staying glued to my children's sides for the next decade. I've been out in the world, and frankly, inside with a couple of fun kids is sometimes better.
Ugggg... I feel like I got stood up, except worse.
Please send this blog to everyone you know and ask them to help me figure out how this whole babysitting thing works. Why, oh why, do some women have a stable of babysitters and I can't find even one after a whole interview process? One word. Loser...
Seriously. What is wrong with me?
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