As I type this, my application for an au pair has been sent to an agency, and I’m imagining and hoping that someone awesome is being sourced to help schlepp you to your new school next year.
Working flexibly this year has enabled me to fetch you most afternoons from school this year, and since Dad and I live close to your school, it’s been relatively easy to find lifts for you when I couldn’t make it (thanks to your fab teacher Kim, and your fit Gogo).
But since your school is a bit further next year, and since your dad works in an opposite direction, and I’m committed to some out-of-town training, we need to look at getting an au pair.
The word might conjure up images of the wealthy, and moms who have their nails done and lips Collagened while the au pair takes the child to piano lessons, or Mandarin lessons, or yoga, but for us it’s different.
We don’t really have a support system (ie grandparents) to fill in when we can’t lift, and while we might be able to find a liftscheme in the ‘hood, it still might not suit your activities and needs. So we’re seeking an au pair, to fill in when we can’t. As much as I’d love to lift every day (and I do), I love working too, and need it to pay for our iTunes vouchers and Lego (yours) and Hello Kitty (mine) habits.
But still, like with most aspects of motherhood, there’s the guilt. I *know* it’s the most practical option, but I feel that guilt perched on my already-laden shoulder.
I hope it will work out, and I promise to work flexibly and smartly to enable the most quality time together.
Yours in Au Pair Hiring,
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