Dear Prudence,
Since moving home after a job loss, I have been trying to rebuild my social circle. Most of my new colleagues are either much older or younger than me, and I am not religious, so I have been trying to reach out to my old high school friends. “Mary” and “Cathy” are both single mothers, but have started to come out on regular runs with me. We all were on the track team together. At first, they were very welcoming to me, but now I feel I am being taken advantage of.
My work schedule is set very early so I am free most afternoons and early evenings. I also am pretty good with kids. Mary and Cathy constantly have childcare emergencies where they are running late or need to run errands so would I “mind” watching their kids. The kids are collectively old enough to entertain with a movie, but not old enough to be left in charge of their younger siblings (think 10 with three younger siblings). Mary and Cathy promise to be only out for a “little bit”—they need to run to the grocery store for milk, but are gone three hours or more.
One Saturday, Cathy just needed to pick up her car from the mechanic and was gone for six hours. She came back with her hair and nails done. We had a serious fight. I felt used and abused, and Cathy ripped into me for being selfish and taking out my struggles on a single mom. I talked to Mary, and she told me I was being a bean counter. It isn’t like I had other plans going on right now.
I will admit to backing down because Mary and Cathy are the best friends I can find here. My other options are teenagers getting drunk and high behind the local barn or minor religious zealots who want to marry me off for a dozen goats. (I have been told I have good child bearing hips and it would be a waste not to use them. To my face.) Since the fight, I have ticked down on the childcare by offering to run the errands for Cathy and Mary. If they need groceries, I offer to pick them up or drop off packages or do anything but watch the kids. I thought it would deflect, but it as just pissing them off. I don’t know what to do. 90 percent of my interactions with Cathy and Mary are great, but the disappearing for hours on a grocery run and not answering the phone while I stay with the kids kills me.
— Childcare No