I have been actively interviewing new families for my in-home daycare as I still have several openings for the fall. I meet people on a Mom's Facebook page, Care.com, and the NextDoor website.
I have lost track of how many people I have met with or messaged back and forth. There was the one woman who swore she could taste her own breast-milk when she got full. So, yes - there are people I am relieved have not called me back.
Honestly though, I have never encountered so many people who fail to get back in touch. To me it is simple: 'We selected someone closer to home, thanks for your time' or 'We are still deciding, thanks for meeting with us.' or 'My mother in law decided to watch little Junior, but thanks anyway.' I could not live with myself if I did not message people back that I had interviewed.
One woman messaged me while I was in Vancouver and asked if I could chat in an hour. I explained that I was in Vancouver but could we talk in two days time? 'Yes.' I have messaged her several times. No response. How about: 'Sorry, I found someone.' NO BIG DEAL. Basic manners. Speaking of manners . . .
WHO'S BEEN DRINKING THE CATSUP?
Lad came home from college with an aversion to certain meats. No rhyme or reason. I think he doesn't like how some chickens are fed. I serve up what I serve up. Feast of famine, people, Coach laughed one morning. Lad had ingested most of a bottle of castup with a big bag of potato chips while the rest of us slept. Evidence was right there on the island.
|Trust me, there is a shadow in the pic|
that makes the bottle look like it has half
a portion in there. Not the case.
Coach was like: 'Well, he is clearly concerned with what he puts in his body.' We are a sarcastic breed over here, so be cautious when you show up and decide to be inconsistent with your manifestos.
We were at the dentist early this morning and it was crappy caddy weather. Ed had his wisdom teeth out yesterday. They suggested pancakes for his must-eat-soft-food palate, so I whipped up eggs and cakes for an early lunch. Ed would never eat a pancake normally because he really only eats healthy food (meat works for him when his mouth is functioning). I urged him to eat a pancake so I could be sure he wasn't messing with his stitches.
I got that whole mess cleaned up and then got out stuff to load my crock-pot. Catsup, sugar, onions, etc. I noticed early in the summer that I had overbought catsup. This morning: NO FRICKING CATSUP. Oh, I mean unless you count the half a capful that was in the container in the fridge. How on earth can one college kid inhale that much catsup?
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Pudding on the left and cool whip
on the right. The stuff dreams are made of.
WISDOM TEETH SOFT FOOD:
I had Mini make some chocolate pudding and thaw cool whip from the freezer for Ed as he hopes not to lose weight while healing (such a problem to have!). Well, look who is enjoying a bit of pudding and cool whip? Yep. Of course there is sugar involved so Ed has barely touched it. Why is my genetic pool so lacking in willpower?