I started babysitting again January 4th after two weeks off. There were a few things I had yet to accomplish on my 'to do' list before I welcomed back the little people. I told Mini, who is seriously focused on making money for college, she could be my paid assistant so I could try to get something done. My high schoolers didn't have classes until Thursday. She jumped at the chance. I told her I'd do the early morning bit. I mean why expect her to break her streak of sleeping till almost noon every day? She understood that she'd need to be up by at least 8:30 or 9.
We should've shaken on it.
Sunday evening she told me that she was going to meet with her group for BPA (business professionals of America) at 11:45 the next day.
Me: Um, that'll be tricky SINCE YOU'RE BABYSITTING.
Mini: Oh, shoot. I forgot. I can't skip this meeting.
Me: Eye roll. You better plan to be super helpful before you go then.
I was fine handling the sitting myself, but the thought of easing back into the routine had helped me mentally prepare. Believe it or not, I occasionally get the teenage: THIS IS YOUR JOB - when I ask for help, or when Mini is left dealing with babies WHILE watching HGTV. I'm always happy to point out that I'm working in order to fund my kids' college tuition. TRANSLATION: get up off your duff and give me a hand, minus the grief.
Anyway, I'm back in the swing of things but I've decided that I must not wear sweaters on certain days. Explanation:
Remember when my schedule switched from 3 days a week to 5 days a week? This was because I'm a FB flunkie. I'd accidentally friended a mom whose post for a sitter was one that I looked at, but ultimately decided NO, I CAN'T DO THAT. Well, she accepted my friend thing, met me, hired me, and I agreed to shuffle people around to accommodate them. Note: I was extremely grateful to the other families who were willing to shuffle.
All of my families need care 3 days a week. The 9 month old twins and the family-I-friended-on-FB-accidentally have a 5 month old, they overlap one day: Wednesday.
Due to multiple quarantine situations, the FB fam didn't start until just before break- instead of the original Nov. 5th start date. Last week was my first ALL-HANDS-ON-DECK Wednesday. It's a day with 2 toddlers and all 3 babies. Thus my ban on sweaters on Wednesdays. Getting up and down off the floor to change diapers, clean up kids and high chair trays, and haul babies upstairs for naps - well, it ends with me swimming in sweat come naptime. (Because I needed someone to KNOW how physically demanding this was, I dipped my hand in my puddle where-most-people-have-cleavage and touched it to Curly's arm . . . she promptly decided to disown me).
This past week, Delilah asked if she and her baby-a-holic 14 year old daughter could stop by.
Delilah: Is there a day daughter and I could come visit when you have lots of babies?
Me: (without hesitating) WEDNESDAY.
Delilah texted me Wednesday morning to see if it was still OK for them to stop by.
I texted back, YES, BRING THE REINFORCEMENTS. The below photo was attached.
|One baby is hard to see in the light by the window. |
I feel like we could play a 'can you see all 5 babies/tots' game with this photo.
The babies bring their own food, and when I put the twins' waffles in the toaster Reg and Curly drifted into the kitchen: WHAT SMELLS SO GOOD? DID YOU MAKE PANCAKES?
It was the last day of break for them, and despite the circus atmosphere I told them I'D whip up some pancakes. Then I realized I was almost out of Bisquick, so I googled to see if I could just add a bit of flour. Instead, I found directions on how to make more Bisquick. Why not?
|The tots are trained to stay in the family room, |
so at least I don't trip over them when I decide to whip up breakfast.
Reg fed a baby part of a bottle. Have I mentioned, they'll do anything for food? I got the cakes going, and flipped them on the griddle while I burped the baby. Then I fed her the rest of her bottle while I buttered the pancakes. In here somewhere I changed 2 crap diapers, but that's implied.
I sent Reg in the basement to hang with toddlers while I rode the bike for 35 minutes while three babies took morning naps. (Breathes on knuckles and brushes them against lapel, as in - yep, I'm a pro).
|Three diaper bags and three carseats add to the kitchen clutter.|
When Mini woke, I called over my sweaty shoulder from the bike: "Clean up the kitchen from pancakes before you leave for ANOTHER BPA meeting." *Note to self, review with Mini what it means to ACTUALLY clean up a kitchen vs. putting 3 plates in a dishwasher.* Curly, remote learning, helped out between classes. I showered and was back downstairs 10 minutes later. *This is where my readers nod their heads, OH THIS IS WHY SHE DOESN'T SHARE HER BEAUTY SECRETS WITH US, THEY DON'T EXIST.*
Then Delilah and daughter came. I'll never turn down extra hands on Wednesdays (that was a subliminal message intended for Delilah, the rest of you can ignore). I lost track of how many diapers I changed. The baby who never spits projectiled all over Curly just after she'd showered.
Mini, home from her meeting, told Curly: TOO BAD, THAT WAS A CUTE OUTFIT. Curly looked like she'd been dipped in green slime. She changed clothes in a huff.
In case you wonder why it takes me longer lately to comment on blog posts, now you know.
One guy hasn't been here since Tank's quarantine. They wanted to be able to spend Christmas with grandparents, so decided to limit any possible exposure. Totally understandable. They've paid me my full rate this entire time. Very generous. He comes back this morning and for the next 2.5 weeks he'll be here 5 days a week, so Wednesdays will have another toddler. We're bracing. He's 2 and prefers to be at home where he ALWAYS gets his way. Pray for me.