So much to do and so little time…
Or maybe a lot of time….who knows at this point?
I started researching babysitters/caretakers. Since I’m a writer, I plan to take a few weeks “off” to adjust to motherhood, but plan to be back in the swing of things come January. My situation is a bit different. Technically speaking I’m a SAHM (stay at-hom mom) but reality speaking, I’m not. I bring in some quite substantial income from my writing and I do other things besides housework. I like to refer to myself as a Glorified Housewife and the title fits. Not quite fabulous enough to have my own fake reality show but still awesome to not worry about working a conventional job ever again, should I make that decision.
But Mommy will need a break.
I signed up on care.com to find a sitter. I posted that I’m currently expecting and looking for someone to start watching Yoda bear starting mid-January 2014. The pay would be somewhere between $10-15 hourly and that person would watch him one day a week for several hours. I figured it was better I made the post now instead of pulling out my hair and trying to do it when I’m nursing or sleep deprived. Immediately, I received 10 responses! Ten! Isn’t that incredible?
Now is the fun part. M and I decided to get a nanny cam since the sitter will be in our home. We also need to do background checks on all of the applicants. Depending on when I’ll go into labor (yep, still preggo), the potential babysitter will meet with me (or us) when Yoda is already here.
Normally, it would be easier for me to pawn off our kid to M’s parents but there are a few things wrong with that equation. One, they live on the Westside of LA and feasibly, that doesn’t make any sense unless I’m making a special trip out there. Two, and I cannot stress this part enough, I’m trying not to be like certain members of my family. In my opinion, the best role models are the people you’re trying NOT to be like than the ones you’re trying to follow their example. If you’ve followed my blog, you know who I’m referring to. (And yes, I did read some more Joel Osteen to calm me the &$#* down, though I’m still a bit heated – more on that later).
Hopefully I can start talking with some applicants this week. It’s been a week since my cerclage was removed and well, I’m still very much preggo. It’s not a bad thing other than regular nightly Braxton-Hicks and a sudden bout of nausea and vomiting this morning. I consulted Dr. Google and found it could be a sign of labor. Of course, I didn’t go into labor, hence why I’m making this blog post.
So back to my family drama because there’s always some. My mother is currently sick. Yeah, a real inconvenient time to get sick and she’s trying her best to get better as soon as possible. She sounded sick on Friday when I first spoke to her and when I chatted with her briefly tonight, she really didn’t sound any better. I told her to stay home if I go into labor and she’s still sick. She then told me she wouldn’t be allowed inside the hospital anyway because she would be considered contagious.
Now pay attention to that last line.
She goes on to tell me how she’s still taking care of my nephews and had to drive my licensed and physically-abled father to an appointment today. Yeah, She’s still sick. She’s contagious. And certain members of my family are on that, ‘Fuck it. You still gotta help me’ mode.
See, at this point all I can do is laugh because this is a situation that’s occurred so much and will continue to occur, I no longer have the anger or the want to get angry in me. I’m about to give birth; I don’t need that shit. Talking with my mother also made me realize that under no circumstances whatsoever, will I ever move back to Palm Springs. I don’t want to be anyone’s free babysitting service. I don’t want to be anyone’s Morgan Freeman to their Jessica Tandy; I’m already playing that role. I don’t want anyone to get comfortable with the fact that I’m somehow available. When you’re over 100 miles away, people immediately take you out of the equation. I want to keep it that way.
Most importantly, I don’t want to be punished for being responsible because certain people are irresponsible. No ma’am. No sir.
I want to end this post on a positive note. My cousin, Angie, gifted us with a ton of baby clothing. A ton! I told her we had enough of 0-3 month clothing but I wasn’t sure how long Yoda will fit those, should he fit them. She gifted us a bunch of 6-9 month hand-me-downs in really good condition! Now that’s the family I can get behind! 🙂