And here's why:
inevitably there is a hugely important event on a particular Friday night for which all three of my regular babysitters are busy (damned birthday parties), and for which it has taken me the better part of the week to determine this.
So now the scene is Thursday.....night, and I STILL don't have a babysitter for said hugely important event which leaves me calling the parents of every able bodied adolescent girl in a three city radius trying desperately to not sound like a moron who has left the babysitter finding to the last minute--begging for mercy.
I feel stupid, I look stupid, and the whole experience leaves me feeling agitated and shaky.
Is it any wonder that I am counting down the *years* until my oldest will be old enough to babysit?
5. 5 long and painful last-minute-phone-calling years to go.