I’m only home for a short bit between trips – the wife and I returned from the Dominican Republic last night, and I’m off to Minnesota today for the weekend – so I’ll keep it a little bit short and sweet.
I’ve mentioned in another post that we have a communication log for when the Monster’s at school. Our communication system isn’t fantastic when it comes to how we handle things when we’re not around at home… Continue reading
So we’re coming up on the vacation trip, and we’re starting to finish our preparations to ensure that the kids are taken care of properly while we’re gone.
Now, when we leave the kids with their grandparents for a night, it’s fairly straight forward. But the kids aren’t familiar with the babysitter, nor she with them, so there’s additional preparations that have to be made. (To be fair, the sitter’s met them a few times before this, and she’s sat for us while we went out, so it’s not like she’s some total stranger… but she’s not family either.) Continue reading
As I mentioned a while back, the wife and I are hiring someone to watch the Monster and R while we’re out of town.
This is going to be our first vacation without the kids since… well, my sister’s wedding, back when we only had the Monster, and well before his diagnosis. (For reference, he was a 10 month old at the time, and stayed with his grandparents.) We’re fortunate enough to find someone with experience with children with Autism, coupled with the fact that the Monster is going to be out of the house for most of our time away, as he’ll be at camp from 8 AM to 5 PM each day.
Still, we’re trying to make it as easy as possible for the sitter, so the wife is making her all kinds of papers that talk about what passes for normal around the house.
Of all the things I thought I’d be worrying about as my kids grew up, I thought finding a babysitter would be the least of them.
I was, of course, a babysitter myself when I was a teenager – it was a great way to make cash, and most nights the kids were asleep for the vast majority of the time that I was at their house. Continue reading