Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Is it bad that my babysitter sometimes weirds me out? I can’t explain it, but I just don’t think everything adds up with her. One day she told me that her roommate stole her computer and that’s why she couldn’t get into her email account to write me back, another time she told me that she was behind a big car accident in the middle of the day and that’s why she was late, last week someone broke into her car and that’s why she had to make an emergency trip home and wasn’t available for the usual sitting time, yesterday she mentioned that she is being abducted by aliens this weekend and that’s why she may be unavailable for a while. Is it just me or does something not add up? After all, this person is watching my kid. He’s my most precious thing. If I wouldn’t want this woman driving my car, I probably shouldn’t have her providing the general safekeeping of my son. I just don’t know how to break up with her. I keep trying to do the fade away (a process I became intimately familiar with from the other side in my early twenties). She’s just not taking the hint. I think we need to have the talk. Ugh. You would think this would be easier as an adult, but suddenly I feel transformed back to 8th grade when I tried to dump my best friend ( we just, um, grew apart and um, shouldn’t hang out as much?). Thankfully, my baby spits up on and gives his drooly smiles indiscriminately so I don’t think he’s yet old enough to notice the switcheroo. Wish me luck!