Monday 22 January 2018

We've had a lot of luck over the years when it come to babysitters

By Justine O'Mahony

Justine O'Mahony.
Justine O'Mahony.

Over the years we've been very lucky with babysitters.

By and large they were all lovely girls who looked after our children well. There were only two I wasn't mad about. One was a beautiful young 16 year old bursting with confidence (dare I say cocky) who rendered Himself speechless every time she walked into the house. The other one spoke in monosyllables and never looked up from her phone.

But the rest of them were great and we still bump into many of them from time to time, catching up on all their gossip, finding out what they've done with their lives. It's nice to see how they've grown into beautiful, strong, intelligent women who are all forging ahead with their careers etc.

I've known our current babysitter since she was three. Sometimes I look at her with her perfect makeup and long blonde hair and I just can't believe she's nearly 17. She used to dress our son up in the childminder's jewellery and accessories when he was a toddler and he was quite happy to let her do it. She used to think I was gorgeous and follow me round telling me so.

Oh how times have changed. Now she's a no nonsense almost 17 year old. Don't ask her a question unless you want to hear the truth. Heading out last Saturday night I asked her did she think my bum looked big in the top I was wearing. I fully expected her to say no, obviously.

'Turn around' she said then added, 'Kinda.'

I looked at her aghast. 'What? Seriously? Did you just say 'Kinda?'

'Yeah,' she replied. 'It does look kinda big. But that's not a bad thing.'

I won't lie. I was raging! But at the same time, I sort of admired her for being so honest. She didn't care that I was technically her employer for the night, she was still going to tell the truth.

Later on that same night we bumped into another girl who had babysat for us years ago and now lives in Dubai. We shrieked and hugged each other and caught up on all the news. 'You look amazing!' I cried. Which she did.

'You look exactly the same!' she told me. OK not quite what I was hoping for but listen at 46, it's probably the best I'm going to get.

She couldn't believe how big the kids had gotten and we reminisced over days gone by. 'Do you remember the night, it was Christmas eve and you had gone to visit your in-laws. The two of you came home so drunk you couldn't put the Bob the Builder workbench that Santa delivered together and I had to do it?'

Himself and Myself laughed awkwardly. Not really our finest hour when the babysitter had to assemble the toys.

'Oh and do you remember the night you insisted on walking me down the hill home in the snow and you were so drunk you were linking me and you fell and pulled me with you?' she inquired of me.

'Ah they were great times. I used to love babysitting for ye.'

I think we need to find a babysitter who either doesn't talk or tells lies!

Wexford People

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