A babysitter: Just what the (psychiatrist) doctor ordered

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At the risk of sounding ungrateful during this time of remembering those we're grateful for I have to salute my babysitter.
I am thankful for her.
She saves my day when I can't take one more minute.
Need an example?
Today all I heard and felt were the screams and pokes and proddings of my three little ones.
Every time I turned around someone was hurt or hungry or...something that made them cry  (and I still don't know what that thing was).


Not my kid but a PERFECT example of what my day looked and felt like.

I had truly reached my whits end and when my brilliant husband tossed out the idea of a babysitter.
He was on his way to work and could do nothing for me but offer extremely ingenious ideas.
3 texts later and I had a sitter that could spell me within the hour.
Now THAT is something to be thankful for!
I left, she was happy, they were happy.
All went well until I walked in again and triggered the whines by my very presence.
But a break is an amazing thing and I knew I could handle the next two hours.
And I did.
Thanks to my sitter...for whom I am grateful.

PS. I'm also quite grateful for my sleeping children...is there anything more beautiful the the heavy lids, rhythmic breathing and...sweet speechless lips?

Comments

  1. UnknownNovember 24, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    Too funny Tember! Whose the sitter? Alyson? Who cares? Anyone who gives us a break is a god-send.

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