Babysitter

This Saturday night we celebrated my dad's 70th Birthday. Actually, it was a weekend of celebrations, separated by a fun run. My mum and dad live up at Noosa, and mum had organised most of the festivities to happen there. We went out to a local restaurant, and a number of dad and mum's long time friends flew in or came up for the occasion. He had people there from all over the country, and it was a good night for him.

To help us out, my mum organised a babysitter for the evening. This is something that we rarely do. Having a child with special needs means that we can't normally get a run of the mill babysitter, and teenagers are out of the question. We also find that the stress of hanging near the phone most of the night worrying about the potential call of "Aidan has just done xxxx, and I don't know how to calm him down." (Substitute xxxx for your worst nightmares!)

Mum assured us she had a reliable sitter, and she seemed very good. We were still in the house for about an hour as she got used to the two older boys and we got ready, as she played and supervised the kids. Things actually went well, and although we had to take Callum with us we had a reasonably stress free evening. We did ring the babysitter and ask if everything was ok, and she said "Yes" and told us not to worry. Maybe we need to do that a bit more.

Ciao for Now, Babysat Angry Dad.