It seems like my German character traits are fading.... and I am becoming more American.
And the story goes so:
I never left my children with anybody else besides family, meaning mostly the two grandmothers, or the aunt, or a cousin; and my two other sitters, neighbor April and my best friend Beth. I never felt comfortable enough to do so, and Peanut was not the child to try out new things with anyway....
So yesterday, I had a very important appointment. One where kids are just not welcomed because they can be so distracting. So I organized a babysitter on a very short notice - thank to her for being so kind to jump in!!! The deal was that I had to pick her up in order to watch the kids at our house. I thought about what to make for dinner (two different dinners by the way, meat and Vegan!), and to cook it after lunch, so we only had to reheat it at dinnertime. My morning was super busy, as we were out of the house for our weekly co-op and we only got back by 1 pm for nap-time. So I stuck the kids in their rooms, got to cooking and organizing, printing directions and forms, filled them out and did
not pack my diaper bag because I thought it wasn't needed when the kids are at home...
Finally, after all this preparing, I was on my way to the sitter's house when it dawned on me that I miscalculated the timing! Oh dear. I left half an hour too late - I did not have enough time to bring all of them back to our house, and still make it to my meeting. What now? I had no directions, no filled-out forms, no diaper bag...
Thank goodness, the sitter was very flexible and I could leave the kids at her house, leave from there, and be on time for my meeting. Oh what a relieve! I appreciate the flexibility and willingness to work with me - thank you very much. Still, the kids had no drinks or food, no diaper bag for Peanut. And I had no directions to where I was suppose to go.
Being blessed with a photographic memory - I could see the map in front of my eyes. So not only did I remember the map layout, but I also managed to get there by a different way, because now I came from the sitter's house, without taking a single wrong turn. To get to the office is a bit complicated, but I still managed to get there. To be honest, I was a bit surprised and then again proud that I made it. God did an awesome job to equip me with that photographic memory and sense of direction - praise Him.
The meeting went well, even when it ran overtime. And when I got back to the kids, they were very happy - even Miss Peanut. That tells me that my very first experience with a sitter that was not family, or a mom, was an excellent one! We might be in business for a long time....
I feel blessed - with my character traits, a new babysitter, and something that is in the making, and that I hope I can share here very soon.
