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Giving My Husband To The Babysitter (mff)

... a metropolitan area, you’d think we’d have no trouble finding a regular sitter. Not so. While a number of high school girls were willing to commit to the isolated Friday or Saturday evening here or there, no one was interested in completely foregoing a social life by giving up all Fridays or Saturdays through the school year. Being too busy to attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in the paper for a regular weekend sitter not really knowing what to expect. After a couple weeks of interviewing spinster-ly women with no where near the energy necessary to keep up with my rambunctious three-year-old, I was near to throwing in the towel. Thankfully, that was when Julie entered our lives. Instead of the grandmotherly voice that I had grown to expect when returning ad call, Julie’s voice cheerfully and youthfully rang through our receiver. Excited at the prospect of interviewing someone under the age of sixty for the job, I asked her to meet me the very next day. Julie arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean and professional appearance. We sat down and talked. In the course of the interview, I learned that she had just turned twenty and was taking classes at the local state college. She was looking for a part-time job that would allow her to make a little money and still be able to study. She was also a single mother of a one-year-old. She hoped that I wouldn’t mind if she watched her Rachael ...

... along with Jacob and Sarah. She assured me that Rachael would not be a problem. We agreed to give it a try that weekend. So it came to pass that Jeff and I started going out one night a week without c***dren in tow. Julie would arrive with Rachael promptly at 6:00 p.m. each Friday evening. Rachael and Sally would play quietly in the playpen while Julie read a story to Jacob. We’d leave for our date returning four or five hours later to find the k**s asl**p and Julie busy with her studies. Upon our return, Julie would put away her books, scoop up Rachael, accept her pay, and quietly be on her way. It was a match made in heaven. One Friday evening, Jeff came home from work complaining of a bad headache and fever, I rushed to put him to bed and make him comfortable while completely forgetting about Julie’s imminent arrival. So, when she arrived at 6:00 p.m., I was faced with the prospect of turning her away, losing my night on the town, and caring for my two c***dren and my loving husband all by my lonesome. I decided that I wanted some company. So, instead of turning her away, I asked her to stay and help care for the k**s while I cared for Jeff. While I finished settling Jeff down for the night, Julie took care of the k**s. When I returned downstairs from our master bedroom, the c***dren were all settled into what were clearly there routine activities. Sally and Rachael were playing with some toys in their play pen and Jacob was watching a Power Ranger’s video. Julie and I ...