As one who works the entire year, I savor the weeks that I get to spend in my bungalow colony during the summer. These weeks seem to fly by. I always wish I could prolong this period somehow.
I am not one to drive around the mountains looking to fill my day with exciting activities. I don’t need to go to Woodbourne or shopping. I am content staying on my bungalow porch, enjoying the nice weather and the serene environment of the Catskills.
Some of my fellow bungalow mothers seem to view me differently. Since I am staying in my bungalow “anyway” each day, I am bombarded with spontaneous babysitting requests.
“I have to run to my daughter in Camp Vesh. Can I just leave my baby Ruchy with you for a little while? Don’t worry. She’s toilet trained.”
“Hi, Sari. I have to run to Woodridge to pick something up from my sister. Would you mind watching my Chaim’l? Thanks a billion.”
“Wow! What Hashgachah! You’re staying home today! You looked so relaxed. That’s fantastic. You wouldn’t have a problem if I left you Shevy and Avi, would you? I know you wouldn’t. You’re a doll.”
Actually, I do have a problem. I am not a babysitting service. You can 1) hire a babysitter, 2) take your kids with you on your excursions, or 3) not go gallivanting around the mountains.