That HR lady called me to set up an appointment for Monday and I called her back and left a message.
Let's hope I get this job...because my next stop will be the nearest daycare center for official little kid enrollment.
He requires a highly paid, very patient professional caregiver and I am not any of those things. He is wearing me down and making me totally insane.
I am trying to convince Girl Crush and the other new friend that we should co-op babysitting so that one of us has all 6 kids and the other two can go back to their home and clean or nap or sit on the couch and bask in the solitude. Because I don't want a babysitter so I can go out, I just want someone to take them away so I can sit here and enjoy my home and appreciate the fact that I am an individual human being who deserves quiet, and privacy in the bathroom, and the right to go an hour without being groped, grabbed or climbed on.
I've got to go get little kid out of the fucking silverware drawer. I'll either be back soon, or I'll run away forever.