My brother, who lives in South Carolina, has his son for the summer, and he's recruiting help from the family.
My mother's going down in June to stay for a month, and I've been asked to go for a week in August.
I don't want to.
He's an excellent brother, as all my brothers are, and he'd help out sans hesitation if I needed him to watch my kid. Except I don't have a kid. The only things I have for him to watch are my DVDs, and they're pretty good about staying on their own as long as I keep them away from the liquor cabinet, which is not problem since the booze is in the living room closet with the vacuum and my DVDs don't have feet.
I think the reason he asked me was that I have ovaries and must naturally be inclined and able to take care of children. I also have the summer off, which puts my brothers, who are far more experienced and capable, out of the running.
I floated the idea of making the week a Girls' Trip, but my sisters are giving me the unenthused vibe.
A week on my own with a one year old. The marrow in my bones freezes at the thought. I think I can be trusted not to get him drunk, pierced or tattooed, but the whole meals and changing diapers and entertainment factors make me uneasy.
I don't have maternal instincts; I have aunt instincts. I can keep my nephews and nieces amused for short bursts of time and throw them presents and money on the right occasions. This here gig is another thing entirely.