One thing that does not come with you on a move is babysitters. We had babysitters in our other town. A few to choose from. And now we have none. I am on a mission. A mission to search out and locate some babysitters.
We had fantastic babysitters. Teenagers who were great with the Wee Ladies. One babysitter always brought amazing crafts in her babysitting bag of tricks. The Wee Ladies adored her; I adored her. And we will miss her.
We also had 3 girls across the street who could walk over anytime. They were great too.
And so we start from scratch. It is hard. I have been asking around. Any contact that I have so far, I am asking for some help with this. I have even asked Sparkle at EvieG's Sparks group. She is on it. And a few moms are going to try and help too.
Until we find someone, there will be no date night. Or mom time, unless it occurs after working hours or on weekends.
So we take the Wee Ladies with us to eat out. And what a relaxing time that is. There is nothing like watching The Destroyer reach her Restaurant-Sitting-Threshold. It is like the button shuts off and she checks out. Before we are done our pints. And so we usually ask for the bill in advance so we can chug, pay, and fly. Because it gets to a point where you can only run around the bar so many times. I had to laugh when The Destroyer went up to the bar and tried to climb up to be seen by the bartender.....I thought I heard her ask for a martini with an extra olive. He thought it was a pint of beer with a straw.
We will do anything to keep them sitting at the table and occupied while we wait for the meal and try to eat. We break out the crayons, hand them a wet nap to play with, a spoon, even the ketchup bottle. But last night, I pulled out the last resort- the cell phone. Hubby got his playlist going for EvieG, and Spark Plug was playing with the camera on mine. I am sure the last picture stored in the memory is one of my nostrils as I approach to grab the phone. I should get it blown up into an 8x10 glossy. Today I had to wipe it down because it is so gooey from little chicken finger and plum sauce covered hands.
Someone please help me find a babysitter! If I can't get out alone between the hours of 9 am and 5 pm, or be able to go for dinner without children, I might just have to go and get a box of Timbits and eat away my disappointment. We don't want that.
It just goes to show that a babysitter is a really great thing to have on hand. And you really notice the difference when they are not around or available.
I have a call into the Pathfinders group with the Girl Guides of Canada. Surely, one of the girls has her babysitting certification.
If we find one, I hope she brings over a box of
Girl Guide cookies.
All's I'm sayin's all.
Labels: Family, Mission
