Make It Stop is a new weekly column in which Anna Goldfarb — the blogger behind Shmitten Kitten and Shlooby Kitten — tells you what’s up. Want a fresh take on a stinky dilemma? Email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject “Make It Stop.” She’ll make it all better, or at least make you laugh. Girl Scout’s honor.
First up, how to say “no” to babysitting: Keep reading »
About a year ago, the ad agency I worked for let me go and while I looked for another job in advertising, I started babysitting to pay the bills. It was somewhat surprising to me how much I liked working as a babysitter: the hours are flexible, the pay is under the table, and you get to tell your co-workers what to do. However, things took an unexpected turn when June arrived and summer vacations began. I had assumed that with the kids being out of school my hours would increase. I was dead wrong; all my babysitting jobs dried up and I began to get desperate. Like, pricing-out-valuables desperate.
I get all of my babysitting gigs from a very well-respected site (that will go unnamed here). I began trolling the website multiple times a day and applying to everything in a 15 mile radius. “Looking for a nanny with infant experience” — hey, I was an infant once! “Must be fluent in Spanish” — dame trabajo ahora! “Must have your own car” — I could probably dig up a vehicle somewhere!
I was frantic, until one day I saw an ad for a nanny position posted by a woman named “Santina.” Keep reading »
I only got in serious trouble once when I was a teen — I was a well-behaved dork, what can I say? I had been stealing change from a bowl of coins my dad had been saving and, once discovered, he made me collect signatures for some sort of political petition in exchange for not telling my mom what a little thief I was. I got off the hook pretty easy, I have to say. But 16-year-old Kirstin Rausch’s dad is not as easygoing, though he is almost as creative. See, Kristin had her friends over at her house later than she was supposed to, so as punishment, her dad took out an ad — with her photo! — for 30 hours of free babysitting in the local newspaper. This seems way harsh to me, and if I were a parent, I don’t know that I would want some teen being forced to babysit my kids for no money. Anyway, the public shaming is really the bigger punishment, isn’t it? Did her dad force her to wear that terrible hair bow on national TV too? How did your parents punish you when you broke the rules as a teen? [CBS News
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I’ve had a case of baby fever practically since I was an infant, so the possibility of someday having children has always been a no-brainer, even more than the idea of getting married. Put me in a room with a dozen adults and one youngster, and the child will have my ear all night. When I was freelance writing from home last year, I made extra cash, though not much, babysitting. It was mostly for fun and to put a damper on my crazy baby cravings. One thing I never considered in my non-debate over someday having kids was the possibility that my partner-in-crime might not want them as bad as I did…or even at all. When that became an issue for my fiancé and me long before we even got engaged, rest assured some tears were shed. Keep reading »