Mrs. Doubtfire is our new babysitter, or nanny, or surrogate great aunt or something.
She came for two hours today while I raced through two sets of client proofs.
She's 65, wears glasses, drives a van, and has 16 grandchildren.
She says words like Cutey Patootey and knows all the children's books we have almost by heart.
I was never a serious babysitter as a kid, tween or any other age so I was totally unprepared for what a serious babysitter, nanny, surrogate aunt with 16 grandchildren expects from a mother.
She expected things, things I did not provide or even mention. oops.
Through the office vents I could tell she was running out of tricks around minute 30.
Come to learn, the location of food, milk, diapers, wipes, are pretty important things to know. (relax, I had just fed, changed, napped and nursed him).
Mrs. Doubtfire is coming again tomorrow. :)