Since we moved to Westchester, Rick and I have had a very hard time finding sitters to watch our kids at night. But we did find one really sweet girl name Kate who is in her early twenties.
She has babysat for us a number of times and the girls seem to really like her. One particular evening, we paid her $45, said goodbye to her and then we went upstairs to bed.
And that’s when we found a large poop in Summer’s little training potty. Did the babysitter not see this? I was perplexed.
And then the next day, 2 1/2 year-old Summer said to my husband… “I pooped last night and the babysitter told me to wipe myself.”
Now I realize that a 2 year-old might not have all the facts exactly straight so it was time to call Kate and sort this out.
The sitter claims she merely inquired whether Summer did her own wiping. When Summer said no, the sitter says, she wiped her.
Ok, that excuse seems valid but then I asked…
“Why did you leave the poop in the kids’ potty?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if the poop was from right then or it was from earlier.”
At which point, I said something that I have always known to be true.
If a kid is sitting on a potty, then whatever is in that potty probably just came out of their body. Not a sure thing. But definitely a pretty good chance.
Yet I was still completely confused.
“But Kate, even if you thought her poop was from earlier in the evening, why wouldn’t you still clean it up? Why would you leave it there to stink up the whole room?”
“I don’t know. I’m really sorry.”
I got off the phone kind of exasperated because I felt like I was dealing with the Sarah Palin of the babysitting world and I was seriously questioning her judgment.
But then a few days later, I realized that we had no babysitter now and Rick and I were screwed if we wanted to go out to dinner ever again. So because I’m warmhearted desperate, I call Kate and say…
“Listen, I know our conversation was kind of awkward but my girls really love you and we’d really like you to come back and babysit.”
And this is what she says to me….
“Your girls are great and so cute but I just can’t right now. My work and school schedule is just too hectic.”
Which we all know is code for, “I don’t ever want to clean poop out of that potty. Ever.”
mama bird notes;
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