At 35, this is a statement I thought I’d never make. The seemingly awesome babysitter we interviewed last weekend has turned out to be an unreliable pain in my ass. She gave us a reference to call, and it checked out. Woo hoo. After leaving her a voicemail on Tuesday asking her again about her rate, the driving arrangements, and time to babysit for us on Sunday, she called back Wednesday morning. She told me her brother was coming home from college, and she wasn’t sure about the time on Sunday, but she’d call me back the following day. Which, according to the calendar I follow, means Thursday. By Friday night, she still had not called, and I was so pissed I could hardly see straight, but I’d already requested more names from the gal who hooked us up in the first place. The hubby and I talked about it, and bottom line is this: she can’t be relied upon to call us back about what time her first paid babysitting job with us will be, then she can’t be relied upon to take care of our toddler.
At that point I didn’t even want her to call back. The hubby asked if I was going to call her, and I said, hell no, I’m not chasing this girl down to pay her to do a job she already committed to. He totally agreed. While we were house hunting on Saturday, she left a message around noon. Some blathering bullshit about how her volleyball coach had text messaged her that morning about an emergency practice they needed to have on Sunday because they had 3 major matches this week, blah blah fucking blah. I didn’t return her call because I didn’t think she deserved it. More importantly, I may talk tough, but I truly hate confrontation, so any excuse to avoid it is fine with me.
It is now September 10, and my husband has an awesome work event on the 20th that I really, really want to attend. The best man from our wedding and his wife will be in town for it, and it looks like I’ll be at home with the baby because a 15-year-old fucked us over. And yes, I’m quite bitter.
That sucks. Consider calling the Mormons?