Yes, I'll win, but I can't believe it's already time to find the perfect person to watch the baby while we're both earning a living.
Seeing as I worked from home just part time when my other daughters were babies (and beyond) this is the first time I find myself undertaking this particular task.
Hold the relish; I'm not looking forward. Actually, we have someone in mind, but if this (yes, older, more mature) person is not able to commit, or is in some other way not a good fit, we're on our own, left to figure it out ourselves.
It's the "ourselves" that gives me pause. It would be so much simpler if it were "myself." And it really should be, right? I mean, I'm her MOM. I know what's best for her, and I've recruited many a babysitter in my day, and, well, I'm a control freak.
But it's my husband who has to interact with said person on a daily basis. It's he who has to communicate the daily needs to her, share his home space with her, and generally get along with her.
Hey, now that I think about it, maybe we'd be better off with a 25-year-old manny...