Since our awesome summer babysitter went back to high-school, I went cold turkey without help for the week. I took everyone on all the errands. The level of outrage at this new mode of operatoins was astronomical–and the kids didn’t like it either. Halfway through the week, I had a doctor’s appointment that I ended up just skipping. If I’d had my blood pressure taken with three demons orbiting me, I would have been admitted to the hospital for sure.
So I hired another babysitter for the fall. I just need that one window a week in which to schedule every doctor, optometrist, orthopedics, etcetraologist appointment. My therapist says not to feel guilty about hiring help when the kids are so little. Early childhood before preschool is only a short time, and using help is a sign of rational thinking not personal weakness. And by therapist, I mean the parenting magazine I read in the doctor’s waiting room. That’s right, I went to the doctor all by myself the next week while the kids took their naps all snug in their beds, and the marvelous new babysitter unloaded my dishwasher! Yes, yes, yes!