My baby is out with a babysitter alone!
This is K., the sitter who mostly can’t sit for us due to scheduling issues, but she could today and Mon afternoon and I was desperate enough to take it, even if it’s not regular. Not desperate deadline wise – I’m fine for this week and most of next although these hours will really help – but desperate in the moving-forward wise. I cannot keep juggling 17 hrs of work on evenings and weekends happily (I can, as it turns out, unhappily – something to keep in mind). So this means get ahead and have a bit of time this weekend to chill out, or at night to sleep or say – clean my office.
So she’s taken Noah out on a walk and augh! I am sure even in my gut that he’ll be physically fine with her (emotionally he’s in the midst of massive separation anxiety, so – urg but I think his psyche can handle this the way we transitioned it, etc.) but my fear is high high high anyway.
Just a little whine in the continued babysitting drama.
P.S. They are back and I can hear them and Noah is chatting up a storm, a sure sign that he’s okay (he goes quiet when upset-but-not-wailing). Chalk one up to security.
Good for you, getting over those little–and not so little–hurdles.