No more red paint
I could probably count on one hand – maybe one finger – the number of times I have “babysat” for my grandkids.
I have friends who care for their grands every day, or every time their own kiddos take a date night, or even more often than they’d prefer, and it has always made me jealous. Some of them even live close enough they don’t have to be officially babysitting to be able to spend time with the little ones... they just come over.
I hear – not complaints exactly – but more like… concerns. Things like ‘my kids are too used to me being available’ or ‘I can’t go on vacation – who would watch the little ones’ or ‘what if something happened to me… what would they do then’.
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