Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

be back by 5:30. Thanks, Karen.”

Not Mom.

Karen.

I noticed that.

I filed it away, and I got to work.

For the first 2 weeks, it was fine. The kids were sweet. I loved being around them. I made breakfast, took Mia to the park, kept Tyler on a nap schedule.

By week three, Leon and Betty had found a new daycare, but the wait list was 3 months out, so I stayed.continue reading …