We need a sitter. Badly.
For those times my husband and I are long overdue for a margarita infused child free moment, one of our mothers or aunts are happy to step in for a few hours. But they live far and it’s inconvenient most times. We do get the occasional offer from friends to sit for us, but the guilt of leaving my high energy toddler in an un-baby proofed house is too much to bear. So, we’ve finally reached the point where we are entertaining non-family sitters for our little guy because if you are going to be tortured by my child, the least I can do is pay you for it.