I'm having a cup of chai green tea, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes, the distant drone of the football game on in the living room, and the happy babbling of Delaney who is in her room for nap but rarely naps anymore. I'm thinking about what a great weekend this has been.
Yesterday morning I took the girls for their appointment with the new photographer, at a park next to her house on base. Watching them romp around in the leaves made my heart swell with love and pride.
Back home, we had lunch and naps and another lazy afternoon. Tim's and my one cause for annoyance was a babysitter who would not return my calls, emails or texts even though earlier in the week she had agreed to watch the kids Saturday. This resulted in our inability to plan our evening because, for all we knew, she would show up at 5. I was compelled to prepare as if she were going to show up, and make myself look presentable for going out, all the while the two of us are getting more irritated by the minute.
It turns out that our fabulous new babysitter Brittney was just not that into us. Our first clue came on Tuesday morning, when she texted me to let me know that she was in Charlotte and would not be back in time to watch the kiddos at 3. Yesterday at around 10 after 5, after a whole day of no communication, I had the most awkward task of calling her and leaving a message on her voicemail that we had changed our plans and she would no longer be needed. It was like saying, "You're fired," but not in those exact words. I'm pretty sure she knows we won't be calling her again! Thank goodness we hadn't made any real plans.
Tim was not surprised at all at this turn of events. In recruiting, he dealt with 19-year-olds every day and knows how flaky they can be. He'd warned me in advance not to be disappointed if it didn't work out. But after what a great first impression she made, I was pretty shocked. I didn't see it coming at all. At least we still have my friend Aimee, who will be watching the girls while we go to the Ball on Tuesday. I've known Aimee for years and she's very trustworthy. I just didn't want her to be my go-to babysitter, first of all, because she's a friend, and second of all, because she works in daycare. She needs a break from kids!
Tim was upset last night on my account. He said, "You're all dressed up, you look pretty, and I'm sorry I can't take you anywhere."
I said, "You don't have to feel sorry for me. I'm not that dressed up. This is something I'd wear to church. And anyway, I love our 'come as you are' date nights in. Those are good nights too, and we can still salvage this one!"
Later, after the girls had been tucked into bed, we feasted on takeout sushi and a $7 bottle of wine, saying, "What are we missing out on, anyway?" A car ride, a noisy restaurant, only one of getting to enjoy a $7 glass of wine, hoping everything's going well at home, returning later to pay the babysitter.. I had never been happier to just be sitting in the peace and quiet of our own kitchen, and no other people to deal with all night long, and I know Tim felt the same way. Maybe this makes us boring old farts (maybe "curmudgeon" is a better word) but it's what works for right now and we are content. Life is good.