Babysitter, babysitter
My daughter despises being babysat. I’m not even sure if that’s a word, but it doesn’t sound all that pleasant to me either, when you put it that way. I recall kind of liking my babysitters, since an evening of babysitting meant an evening of fun, television, junk food, and a late bedtime. My daughter has been blessed with a parent who stays home part time and grandparents who care for her when I am not there. Rarely does it happen that my husband and I need to go to work and the grandparents are not there. It’s happening today … Continue reading