Madison is upstairs crying
She doesn’t like the babysitter anymore because the babysitter is not ME. I have two choices here:
–Listen to her cry (and not get any work done because I can’t concentrate over her tears);
–Go upstairs to comfort her (and never get any work done again because she will know that if she cries long enough I will come up and send the babysitter away).
I have enormous guilt. I would NEVER have even considered letting Noah cry for me. Never Never Never. But I also never HAD to consider it because we were just very poor and jacking up credit cards to live and I can’t really let our family go there again. And I know she’s fine and she knows I always come back and I know the babysitter is wonderful and that Noah is with her and that …
Wait.
I think she’s stopped crying.
I’ve got one more hour — maybe I can still get something done.
darling, I’m afraid I’ve forgotten my password to see the photo. Help!
Nevermind! Found it.
She sounds delightful. Thanks for sharing her with us.
I’m having password problems. When you get around to it, could you shot me the password. (I tried the ones I can remember — but I do need a Madison fix)
Thank you!
M