3. I made up fliers and distributed them like crazy to area schools. I got a couple of calls. Interviewed with a few people. One lady really wanted her toddler son to hang with me for the school year, but the logistics of her commute wouldn't work. Bummer.
4. In mid June I met a family on care.com. They ended up living in my district and need me to watch 2 of their kids at my house before the bus picks them up for the district preschool at noon (plus 2 other kids after school). We clicked. Hired.
5. Tank's algebra teacher hired me because Tank raved about how good I am at babysitting and she wasn't happy with the place she had been leaaving her guy, Billy. (Woo hoo, Tank. This guy can DEFINITELY make me crazy, but he is excellent at marketing).
|By mid-summer I hauled all my baby|
equipment out of the basement and garage.
The kids helped me clean it. The last several
weeks of summer would soon be
a blur of travel, so I knew
I had to get organized!
7. Since things were starting to fill up, I decided to text Self-Taught's best friend. While she hired me BEFORE the contractor craziness, this text inquirt was taking place AFTER the nonsense. Follow? I wondered if she would still want me watching her kid since I fired her best friend's dad. Part of me was like, 'Well, if the suckie contractor operates suckie all of the time, then maybe it wouldn't even come up in conversation between best friend and Self Taught. Business as usual, ya know?
Best friend texted me back to say that she should've let me know that she had changed plans for the fall. (yes, she should've! Manners?!) She claimed to have accepted a part time job and was going to use family to watch her baby.
I was ticked. Everything would be fine though- I was returning to my happy place. I was, however, REALLY curious to know if my firing of suckie contractor influenced her childcare switch.
Now that my available babysitting spots were filling up, Eddie started making fun of me for the drama and emotions that became an ongoing theme all spring. Just what I need, a 17 year old wise ass mocking me: 'What am I going to do, if I don't find another family to sit for?' (imagine this in a high-pitched, male voice complete with exaggerated arm motions).