So there’s this man who has moved into the new house with us. He’s very tall. He doesn’t say much. He’s always busy. He looks vaguely familiar. Apparently, he’s a fireman and has also just spent the past sixteen months renovating a family home. He’s very yummy looking. I haven’t told him yet but I really do fancy him and I’d quite like to have his babies someday.
Oh, wait a minute. I did have his babies.
This man is my husband. My long-lost husband. The man I knew better than anyone else. The man who completes me. My other half. The man who has barely had any of my attention since 2015.
Oh, that’s who is then. My husband. Duh.
I never believed that babies would change our lives as much as they have. From the moment Elsie was born, we were thrown onto the parenting train not knowing that it would be a considerable amount of time in the future before we’d be able to take a break from this new life at the next convenient stop.
I can count on one and a half hands the amount of “dates” we’ve had in the last two years. One of these so-called dates was a coffee in the hospital canteen in between a couple of antenatal appointments, which I’m pretty sure doesn’t really count as a date. Another one was for our anniversary in May where we went out for a curry,
argued talked about the house renovation solidly and I couldn’t drink as I was about to pop. So I’m definitely not counting that as a proper date either.
We’ve had a lot on our plate the past year and like most couples, it’s so easy to start forgetting each other in between all the crap that comes with being a responsible grown up. I can’t remember the last fun night out we had together. So I think it’s safe to say that we are well and truly in need of a date.
But that’s easier said than done.
Aside from finding the time, the energy, the money and let’s face it, the oomph to actually want to put a proper bra on and clothes that don’t resemble a baby vomit target practice board. You also have to find a reliable
zoo keeper babysitter.
Good Babysitters Are Like Gold Dust
The Hubster and I are super lucky to be surrounded by a collection of trustworthy,
monster baby whisperers, who adore our babies and our babies adore them. They usually are on-hand to look after our babies should we ever pluck up the energy to go out, but I appreciate that this isn’t the case for a lot of knackered-in-need-of-a-break parents.
If you don’t have family and friends close by, then your choices are: to stay at home, venture out with your sproglett’s in tow or you have to find a babysitter.
Speaking from a Nanny experience, (I’ve been a nanny for over seven years) good sitters are like gold dust. Finding someone you trust with your most precious little beans is no easy task.
Which is why I’m working with Sitters.co.uk who are the UK’s No1 Babysitting service. They are passionate about offering families the very best when it comes to childcare. With over five decades of experience, Sitters have provided millions of individual childcare appointments. Whether it be a daycare or evening requirement, Sitters provide a reputable, experienced and trustworthy sitter- wherever you might be in the UK. Yep, even if you’re away from home Sitters can provide a childcarer pretty much all over the country.
Booking A Sitter Couldn’t Be Easier
It’s free to register your family online. Then simply type in your postcode and a list of families and neighbours in your area pop up who regularly use Sitters as well as the number of registers childcarers available for your area. I popped in our postcode and 13 local roads to us came up as regular Sitters users and they have 182 childcarers available in our postcode alone.
You can then enter your requirements to check specific availability and read the recommended childcare provider reviews and profiles before going onto booking your sitter.
Who knew childcare could be so easy?
Next, comes the hard part, washing your hair, finding some clean-ish clothes. Then mustering up the energy to actually participate in your date night instead of nodding off in the cinema and trying to remember what you used to talk about together other than your precious little beasts who are back at home in very safe hands.
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