It always amuses me to make the daily check-in call to the babysitter's house. First of all, for any of you who know me personally, to find such a gem to care for my children while I'm toiling away at the restaurant has been a blessing indeed. When I first went back to work after a year of being a stay at home mom, I was consumed by the thought "Who will watch the babies?" I went through two sitters almost immediately, within the first three weeks-mind you these are the providers who are regulated and referred by the state. One said my youngest(at that time, 11 months old), was too much of a whiner-are you kidding me? I have yet to meet such child that does not "whine" at the age of 11 months. The second one, neglected to tell this seriously paranoid/overprotective mother that she had a drinking problem. Needless to say, the day she was arrested for a domestic dispute was the end of her career as caretaker of my children. *Note-my children were not present for the dispute, happened in the midst of the night* So here I am, left wondering if I had indeed made the right decision to return to corporate america, after all, how could I work if I could not find reliable daycare? Alas, I had joined our local M.O.P.S group at the church my family attends. I had already attracted the attention of the other moms as the only one there who had not just five children, but five girls-must be rare, I don't know;-) One mother in particular had inquired about working from home with me, but instead we ended up talking about daycare instead. She had previously been certified-who knew?! I HAD FINALLY FOUND WHAT I HAD BEEN SEARCHING FOR! Another seriously overprotective mother who was comfortable with "whiny" 11 month old's and 4 other crazy little girls-woohoo!
Ok, so now the girls absolutely love going to Miss Christy's house, and I love calling to check in on them. Today was expecially amusing. We all love the invention of caller id-many of us have it, admit it-you use it so you don't have to talk to certain people too. I dialed the sitter's number and a tiny voice answers the phone. I hear "Say hi" in the background. "Hi Mommy!" and before I can speak to the little elf on other end of the line I hear "Christy painted my mails!!" Yes, she did say "mail," rambler that is not a typo:-) I tell her that is great and that I'll be there in a few to pick them up. "Ok Mommy," click. My 3 year old had obviously said what needed to be said-end of conversation.
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I knew "mail" wasn't a typo, smarty pants!
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