Today I'm completely unproductive. It might be finishing the clown costumes yesterday. Or it could be the quiet before the storm. There are some big projects and events coming to the Wyse home.
About a month ago, I found a babysitter and began scheduling her for two hours once a week during the day. So that I could have 120 minutes of time to myself each week. I'm ashamed to admit that until this point in time, the number of times that I have hired a babysitter is... 3. In 7 years, three times. I'm not quite sure how you will take this: perhaps you will think I'm crazy? A control freak? I've been blogging for about 4 years now, and I've never quite felt confident enough to reveal this fact. I cringe when people talk about their "date night." Really? Is that so common? Our nonexistent babysitter is made all the more extreme by the fact that our grandparents live thousands of miles away.
On my part, there's a mixture of both pride and embarrassment. I take it very seriously that I stay at home with the kids; in my eyes, it's been a huge sacrifice, taking care of the kids is my job and dammit, I'm going to do it The Best that I can. I watch a lot of nannies and babysitters at the parks, and I'm not often impressed.... I think when I let go of one thing (my career) that I really loved for another (my kids), I felt determined to actually DO the thing. And do it WELL. Fully, completely, no excuses. I don't really believe you can have it all at once. Instead, I believe you can have different things at different times. Who says that? Oprah? I don't know. I don't watch television, but I might have read that on a blog somewhere...or maybe somebody's mom told me.
But we all have tipping points, I reached mine, and now we have a babysitter. Courtesy of this babysitter, I've been completely unproductive today. It's nice. I can see how the babysitter could become addictive.