I love a kid with an entrepreneurial spirit.
That’s why when I receive a flyer created by a neighborhood junior high student toting her babysitting skills I tuck it in my calendar to hire her the next time Chaz and I go out.
I text the girl two weeks before our Valentine’s weekend dinner and receive a yes reply.
For those who don’t yet text the sitter; oh, honey, get with the program. Texting makes booking sitters 100-times more efficient. Gone are the days of leaving a message and biding my time waiting for a reply. Today’s youth are about now-now-now. This translates to me having an answer within seconds of hitting send.
Flash forward to tonight. We’re ready. Pizza’s on the table waiting for the kids. Emergency numbers are neatly written on a piece on notebook paper by the phone along with bedtime instructions and the address of the restaurant where we’ll be. All we need is the sitter.
The minutes tick by and I wonder why the sitter isn’t here. Seven. Seven-fifteen. Seven-thirty. I start to worry. Our reservations are for eight at a restaurant 20-minutes away.
I double-check my phone and the message I sent. Yes, she said she was available. I scroll back through our exchange. For March 16th. I’ve given her the wrong date.
Before I go into full-blown panic (and before my husband finishes dressing and walks down the stairs), I call the girl.
“Hi,” I start, trying to slow my breathing. “I know I said I needed you to sit on March 16th but I made a mistake. I meant February 16th.” Silence. I battle on. “So I was wondering,” my voice turns high and excited like I’m inviting her to a party, “are you available? Umm,” here’s my closer, “now?”
“Now?” the girl asks. “Sure.” Just like that.
“Really? You can come?” I nearly faint from relief.
“I just have to call my mom for a ride. She’s at Kroger.”
“Whenever you can get here is great. You’re a life saver,” I say and hang up.
This isn’t how I imagined introducing this new sitter to our family. On the up side, I now know she’s available for last minute sitting jobs. Sigh.