Wednesday, September 17, 2014
I had been babysitting for 2 boys, ages 4 and 2 since March for 3 days a week. The boys could sometimes be handfuls, but were mostly good. The dad could be aggravating: he was supposed to be home from work at a certain time. He never was; the times varied and many times I knew he had stopped at a bar on the way home. It made it difficult on the days that I had commitments afterwards. But the job gave me a little extra money and it really wasn't hard.
I had told them when I got my tickets to Nova Scotia when I'd be gone. A few days later, the dad couldn't remember, asked me again, and wrote the dates on the calendar. I left on Wednesday, September 3. The week before I left, he started complaining that he was having trouble finding someone to babysit. His regular fill-in person could only babysit on Thursday. Sorry - my tickets are bought. On Monday, September 1 (Labor Day), I got a text asking if I could babysit on Wednesday. I know I stood there when he wrote the dates on the calendar.
Yesterday, I got 6 texts from him. He went into detail on how he had a relative move back into the area. He and his wife went back and forth on what to do. But he decided to give the job to the relative. He said it was nothing I did - it was just the decision they made. I asked if I could stop by sometime to see the boys. He responded that I would have to run it by him before I came over. I think that was kinda a strange answer.
I really feel sorry for the boys. I heard that before I started, the babysitters were a revolving door - don't know the reasons; not sure I want to. The dad and the mom gave me the impression that they didn't communicate well. He'd say one thing; she'd say another.
I am looking at this as another bend in the road - a chance to revamp the schedule and to get done my to-do list that has grown very long. There's always that little voice in the back of my head that wonders what I did or didn't do in their decision to have someone else babysit.
In my hope of hopes, I wish for my Helena to come back here. I have more time to spend with her. In my wallet is a little voice that says 'i'm empty". Now to get more creative money-wise!