It’s not easy to ask for help, is it?
I’m trying to let go of control a little more and give my babysitter more responsibility. I know this will get easier with time and my life might even feel more manageable. Imagine that!
First up, I gave her a litany of instructions and let her pick up Full Speed from school. This way I could go get my monthly allergy shots which are available at the most inconvenient times.
She picked him up without a hitch and I survived my three shots of lord knows what and all was good.
Once I returned home, I picked her and Full Speed up and we headed to T.Puzzle’s school. I added her to my child pick-up list and showed her the ropes.
Again, smooth sailing. I was so proud of myself. Look at me, everyone! I’m letting someone help me.
It was liberating.
We get in the car and my boys were being, well…., boys.
They were chatty and loud. They were fighting and hugging. They were boisterous and sassy.
The babysitter looks at me.
“Well, now I know why you stopped at two,” she joked.
Smart girl.
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