Is this meant to be?!

As many of you know or have gathered from my previous posts, I've been having a little difficulty managing my work schedule and well, the rest of my life. Here's a quick recap, in case you're new to Cirque du Bebe or haven't visited us in a while. We've decided that getting someone to come to the house is not only a little scary (because DH doesn't want to leave lil' Monkey alone with them) but also a major pain since we'd be in charge of payroll and taxes for this new employee. Then I decided that maybe putting together an exact schedule in Excel would help me focus on a proper schedule and strive harder to get Monkey to stick to one. This plan blew up within a day.

So as I was scanning through one of the freebie local newspapers that litter our mailbox twice a week (looking for houses, in vain), I noticed the Child Care section and the ads within it. There were several ads but one in particular caught my attention.

The lady tends the nursery at her church, she is state certified and licensed and has, most importantly, an opening for P/T care (most want your kid there F/T). Without thinking, I called her late this afternoon at what was probably the most inconvenient time for her -- around the time parents would be picking up their kids. I didn't mean to call at a bad time but she handled it well, took my information and asked if she could call me back in the evening. I gave her my information and anxiously waited for her to call later. I just had a feeling about this one and desperately hoping I was right.

She called at 6:35 which on a normal Wednesday night would have been a nightmare for me since it's raid night for DH and he usually gets home just in time to give Monkey his bath and then head off for the game. But for some reason, DH got home early (could it have been my comment yesterday? probably.) and he was taking care of Monkey's solids and finishing up dinner. Perfect! I could talk on the phone with the lady and not have too many interruptions!

As we talked, everything she said was great. Certified CPR/First Aid. Check. State license whereby the state checks in every 3 months. Check. Opening on Wednesdays so I can attend the tech meetings at work. Check.

NOW HERE'S THE GOOD PART! As we were talking, she said "Do you know the NAME OMITTED Family Dentistry?"

I think my heart actually stopped, "Yes!" I replied, "They're OUR dentist!"

She said, "Oh then you know Greg? I babysit his kids for him." WOW. MY DENTIST takes his kids there! I mean, what more could you want?! I have to think that this was MEANT TO BE!

Monkey and I are going to meet her on Friday to see the house and see how he reacts and stuff. I'm hoping everything works out with this. I'm so excited!

Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer for us that this is a good fit for us! YAY!