File it under "The Many Things I Didn't Consider Pre-Baby", but I was surprised how difficult it was to find a sitter once the Anonymous Husband & I were ready for one (two). I figured between our church and living in a family-infested neighborhood, we'd magically have a bevy of virtuous, CPR-certified young applicants lined up around the block.
One internet posting - yes, there are sitter sites for this very purpose - and much hand-wringing later, I interviewed and hired who I considered to be the ideal sitter candidate - what I like to call Step 1 on the Babysitter Continuum. Here's the process as I understand it so far:
1) Undergraduate education at a minimum, preferably in a child related field, fluent in Mandarin and Spanish, Nobel Laureate preferred, extensive experience, stellar references, cute but not in that hi-husband-your-marriage-is-toast sense, CPR certified, arrives on time if not early, has own transportation. Oh, also - good with baby.
(Stop laughing - I'm kidding about the Mandarin)(Though that would be nice, of course)(Parentheses)
Yeah, so candidate #1 lasted all of three weeks before being hired away due to being wildly overqualified. Sigh. Moving to Step 2:
2) Friend of friend with extensive sitting experience, her own transportation, and seems nice enough. Also, good with baby.
Sounds fairly simple, right? Yet I'm told this lasts a mere few months before reaching Step 3:
3) Has pulse and unlikely to set child on fire.
I'm happy to report that the Pretty family is somewhere between Steps 1 & 2 at the moment. I've given up some of our more
That being said - if you're in the market to babysit, I have a cabinet stocked with junk food & a DVR full of the televised equivalent. Bonus points for Mandarin, but...