Sigh. Another sitter down. You might remember that just recently we lost a sitter but were lucky enough that I had been interviewing and Marissa could start immediately. Things went along well for a short time and then, well, things fell apart. First there was this...
So I got home on Monday and we're chatting about how the morning had gone and suddenly I look in the living room and see the rug. She said, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that. We were doing art on the table and some of it spilled on the rug. We got up some of it."
So there was a discussion about art, 2 year olds, rug, PLAY DOH, and why the hell did it not occur to you to either A. leave the table where it was on the wood floor or B. move it into the kitchen?
So yesterday I was gone again for another cancer consult from 9am-1:30pm. I come home to find Kate's diaper so full that she has soaked through her pants and onto the sofa. I asked Marissa why Kate was so wet. "I was putting Lucy down for a nap and didn't get to Kate yet." In my head I'm thinking, This wet diaper has been going on longer than it takes to put Lucy down.
So, she leaves. Lucy wakes up after only about 25 minutes of napping. I go in to find her windows wide open, no sound machine on (which were in the instructions I left for how to put Lucy down), and she is soaked through her pants and onto the sheets of her bed. A diaper change also reveals a poop. Never, in the 7+ months that we've had Lucy, has she ever pooped in her sleep nor has she soaked a diaper enough to wet her pants. This means that she wasn't changed before naptime either.
So I called Marissa today and asked her how many diaper changes she had done for them and she said, "Oh, I guess I just didn't think about checking them." Seriously? They had been to the park and had not only had water there but had also had drinks with their lunch. So I told her that diaper changing a non-potty trained 2 year old is Babysitting 101 and she would need to find other work.
So now you're probably thinking that she's just young, a college student or even a high school sitter, right? NO. She was born in 1969. She's only 3 years younger than I am.
Finding childcare sucks. Finding responsible, nurturing, capable childcare seems impossible.
Nana to the rescue. She arrives soon and will be here for 3 weeks to cover all of my oncology appointments and Lucy's speech therapy. And to help me interview sitters...again.