Friday, January 22, 2010

Scairt.

R needs a babysitter.  We don’t go out much without him, but every now and then I’ll have an appointment that I need to go to [alone] or I’ll have some social commitment where my attendance depends on Scott getting home from work at a reasonable hour.

My fear in the past was that I wouldn’t trust anyone with my sweet, innocent baby (which daycare amplified).

Now my fear is that the babysitter won’t want to come back.

Okay - Rosco is no Dennis the Menace, but who knows how he’ll act one-on-one with someone who’s a perfect stranger.

I’m even looking into drop-in hourly childcare places where he can go play for an hour or two while I do my thing.  Those would work better and be less expensive than a babysitter, but a lot of them don’t open early enough.  I tend to schedule my appointments for as early in the day as possible - around 8 am.  If the place doesn’t open until 9, it ain’t helping me.

I wouldn’t even be thinking about this right now, but I have an ultrasound scheduled for Tuesday morning and:

“Due to seasonal flu and H1N1 flu concerns, and for the safety of our patients, please do not bring children 12 and under with you to your appointment.”

And then I have an OB appointment the next morning.  The last time I took Rosco to an OB appointment he hid under the chairs in the waiting room and refused to listen.  It was one of those days where the office was really backed up so we waited about an hour to get back into the exam room.  So, the next time, of course, I made Scott keep him at home. 

(On an unrelated note, WTH is going on with GoDaddy’s hosting servers lately?  They withhold my email all day and now I’m having problems accessing my site to post.  Not cool, GD.)

Posted by Tiffany on 01/22 at 05:26 PM

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I so remember those days, and don’t miss them at all.  You have my deepest sympathy.  My girls are 10 months apart (yes - 10). Some people call that Irish twins; I just call it stupid, stupid, stupid!  I remember begging my mother-in-law to take Matt because he was 4 and an absolute terror in the OB’s office.  I couldn’t handle the 4 year old from Hades, the infant and the pee cup at the same time.  Yeah, I just revisited Hell in my head. LOL.

Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  01/24  at  10:55 PM

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Oh no!  I forgot about the pee-in-a-cupping.  As it is, I can’t go into a public bathroom stall without Rosco trying to open the door before I’m done.

Oh, man…

Posted by Tifany  on  01/25  at  01:55 PM

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Of course, there was also the time where Christopher tried to get a peekadoo as to what the doctor was doing during an internal ultrasound. I am sure it scarred him for life. If Rosco’s anything like C he will be begging for some cute girl to come dote on him. C wants a babysitter. She gives him her undivided attention and is usually by default some cute perky teenager. grin

Posted by Carly  on  01/29  at  03:16 PM

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Perky is good…I don’t *do* perky, so we’d definitely need to outsource that.

Posted by Tiffany  on  01/29  at  03:47 PM

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