The quest for a new babysitter

My American Title entry is in the mail. All right! It’s so nice to have a new opportunity in the hands of the U.S. Postal Service. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Still no word from the agent. I’m not worrying about it. I’ll let you know when and if she calls back. It reminds me of that book–He’s Just Not That Into You. Only in this case, it’s a different gender. I need to find someone who is excited and enthusiastic about my writing, because that will translate into the right fit for me and for my work. There is always the possibility that she was hit by a bus, but more likely it’s the case above.

In the meantime, last night I ventured into terrifying new territory. The babysitter I normally use for my children is going to be a senior next year, off to college, and I will lose her then. So I decided, since she was unavailable, to try someone else. :confused2: Scary!

It’s funny how all the baby books talk about how to find an appropriate caregiver, how to make sure they have no criminal record, etc. etc. and then when push comes to shove, parents will take a 13-year-old they don’t even know and leave their two precious babies alone with her. You really do get that desperate for a night out alone.

Fortunately for me, I’m a middle school teacher, and I do know most of the neighborhood kids. I know which ones are conscientious and will actually change a diaper, and which ones could not be trusted to feed a cat. If they turned in their homework on time, they’re in. Thankfully my three-year-old is old enough to start telling me what’s going on. Of course, he also tells me, “A bug ate Kenny at school today!” so you have to take his dialogue with a grain of salt.