The sitter we interviewed this week wanted a lot more hours than we really needed someone here for. We really liked her, but I just don’t need 20 hours a week. I don’t know what on earth I’d do with that much time.
So after agreeing that it just wouldn’t work, we’re back to the beginning. Sam leaves in a little over a week for 6 weeks. Our current sitter’s last day is Monday.
I’m not going to lie. I will do the ugly cry when she goes.
Not that I won’t miss Sam tremendously, but you all know. He works a lot, he’s coming home in March, I’m used to really doing most of it on my own. But our sitter has filled in those gaps for me to go to therapy, to the doctor, she’s always willing to take Bella for an evening so Sam and I can have a date night, and to have a morning where I can take off and write. She’s been so dependable and wonderful – blerg.
I’m really praying God brings the right person into our lives at the right time. I’m not really stressed about it at the moment. I can work at night and during naps, I can put off therapy till Sam gets home although it’s not ideal, and I can drag Bella along to doctor’s appointments where she sits in a waiting room with me for an hour.
It’s just a very first world pain.
The good thing is, the interview with her made us sit down and reevaluate what I was looking for, what kind of help I needed. And I’m hoping that means we find the exact right person even quicker.
Or we just kidnap our sitter now and let her live in the spare bedroom.