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My mom offered to come down tonight to give Bryan and I a little "us" time while she watched J for a bit. We reluctantly agreed and walked to the corner for a quick dinner. We had a lovely time with adult conversation as I TRIED not to mention J every other word. As we strolled home a quick 45 minutes later I was thinking of how nice it was and a minute longer without J would have been too much of a shock to my system.

We come home and see my mom and the baby on the front bench, gliding away and I thought it was such a cute scene, especially since J was so content. Then my mom says "I hope one of you has keys." NO, why would we have keys when we walked and YOU WERE HOME. Dum dum locked us all out of the house. Our nice, relaxing adult night quickly came to a halt.

My mom is one of those who wants to help but always causes more work. During our hospital stay my parents were taking care of the dogs. They returned them they day we were coming home and somehow they managed to lock our bedroom door while looking for the cat and couldn't get it open, my mom got locked out back BY A SCREEN DOOR THAT DOESN'T LOCK. How does one do this???? And there was something else that I managed to block out. My first week alone with J she offered to come over and "help" by doing laundry and the like. I stopped her and just had her hang out with me because if she did laundry, next thing I'd know our washer would be flooding us out or something like that. Her helping = more work.

Fortunately we found a security breech and one of our windows didn't lock very well and Bryan slithered in to the house. I would have been pissed if we had to break a window or call a locksmith. She's just a bad news babysitter. She's free so apparently you do pay for what you get.