Minding my kids? There are a few things you need to know …

When I first became a mum, I was precious as balls. I really didn’t trust anybody with my first born babe. Shit, I barely trusted myself with her. Wrapped in cotton wool is an understatement.

Because she was an only child, every man and their dog offered to babysit her for me. That’s the thing when you’ve got one child, finding a babysitter is easy… but of course – as human nature would decree – that’s the time in your life when you don’t really feel comfortable leaving the kid you are just getting to know with anybody else.

Things have changed …

Now I am onto baby number four it’s a completely different story. The kid’s only ten months old and already passing me up the steak knives from the dishwasher.

You offer to mind him, you are going to get taken up on that offer so fast your brain will explode. “What’s that, you want to mind my kids? Sure!” *disappears in a cloud of dust*

BUT – and here’s another slice of human nature for ya – as you add each new member to your brood, the offers of babysitting get fewer … and by fewer I mean non-existent.

*note to self: stop posting statuses like this…

rebel without a pause

Four kids is a lot to handle. I know it. Oh yeah, do I know it.

On the rare occasion that I have bribed, co-erced, manipulated asked somebody nicely, and we have managed to sneak away for a bit, I feel it necessary to leave some kind of instructions. Ya know, to help out the uninitiated.

 

 

Babysitting letter, rebel without a pause

 

Do you leave instructions when other folks are looking after your little people?

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