Tammy and Ray, after years of living in the lighthouse off Cape Qualm, NC, finally took a vacation for just the two of them. Fenton and I volunteered to babysit their four-year-old son Angstrom for the weekend while they went skiing at Maggie Valley.
Previous babysitting experiences for us were...exhausting. Okay, that’s unfair. Coney and Francis haven’t been so bad when they’ve been under our care, and the other time involved a whole crowd of skunk children. Still, we were surprised at how smoothly the weekend went.
This mainly speaks well of Tammy and Ray’s parenting skills. We roll our eyes at what a helicopter mom Tammy is, but her son is happy and well-adjusted. Angstrom was polite, and was able to entertain himself most of the time. (I guess growing up in a lighthouse does that.)
After Tammy picked him up, Fenton and I had a surge of panic at the prospect of being good at child care, as that leads to...parenthood. While we have no problem being “Uncle Fenton” and “Aunt Pincushion,” (Thank you, Francis) we’re still not ready for our own.
Just because you are good at child care does not mean you are ready to have your own children. Having your own is a 24/7 job. Believe me it is like having a full time job with double overtime.
about 30 years ago someone added up the cost of hiring someone to do the work of a wife. It came to about $40,000 a year. At this time it would cost 2.5 to 3 times more to have the same thing done today.