I have two daughters. I won’t divulge their names or ages, but suffice to say they’re still quite young.
My oldest baby, whom I had with a woman we’ll call Nina, has a babysitter. We don’t use her often, and I’ve only met her three times. But I can’t get the thought of railing her out of my mind.
The first time I met her was last summer. I try and see my daughters often, so Nina and I made arrangements for me to come and pick our daughter up from her place after I finished with the day’s (many) work obligations. It’d been a rough day. I’d been driving all over dealing with absolute morons, and I was feeling a little frustrated, as I’m sure you can imagine.
Toward the end of the workday, I received a text from Nina. She was out at a gathering with friends, but she’d left our daughter with a babysitter, a girl who lived not far from her – we’ll call her Joyce. I didn’t think much of it. Nina and I were never together, but I have a lot of respect for her and didn’t begrudge her taking an opportunity to unwind. She works hard, and being a mother is not easy. Read more »