<p>I have developed an unnatural attachment to The Boy&#39;s babysitter.  She watches him on certain weekday afternoons so that I can do exciting things like do groceries, see doctors, and go to the gym.  I am always very happy to see her car to pull up into our driveway because now that I am a mother there is no such thing as just &quot;running to the store.&quot;  Managing to run even the smallest errand is both a feat of logistical planning and sheer luck.</p>

<p>She came highly recommended from a friend, who told me of her day job working in a nursing home.  Great! I knew there was more to her when she showed up for her 10:00 am interview wearing black <a href="http://www.flamencoshop.com/bullfight/suit_of_lights.htm" target="_blank">matador</a> pants with silver embroidery and crystals.  I liked them.  They brought back memories of the six months I lived in Spain.  The girl has guts and style.  OK, <a href="http://www.elvisconcerts.com/real/graceland/bb_graceland00-10.jpg" target="_blank">Vegas Elvis</a> style, but style nonetheless.  She also asked if she could play her electric guitar for the baby.  Score!</p>

<p>Of course, all is not perfect.  The Husband and I rarely go out on weekend nights because our babysitter is an aspiring Heavy Metal Rockstar. </p>

<p>One afternoon she came in with smudgy eye makeup and a husky voice.  &quot;You look so pretty today!&quot;  I said, &quot;the smoky makeup really brings out your blue eyes!&quot;</p>

<p>She looked really confused.  &quot;I&#39;m not wearing any...oooh!  It must be left over from last night.&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Last night?&quot;  I wasn&#39;t sure I really wanted to hear this.  </p>

<p>&quot;We had a really great gig.  I got to sing with a pretty famous guitarist.  It was awesome&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Who?&quot;</p>

<p>She looked at me like I was so hopelessly out of touch that I wouldn&#39;t know who she was talking about.</p>

<p>&quot;The guy from Pantera.&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;I know of him.&quot;  Well, barely.  My brother wore a Pantera T-Shirt almost everyday for 3 out of his 4 years of high school.  I would recognize his face anywhere, I think.</p>

<p>She continued:  &quot;We hung out backstage with him, and he brought one of the guys from Metallica.  So awesome.&quot;</p>

<p>Metallica?  I watch enough MTV to know that they just went through AA or something.  I made a mental note to start a don&#39;t ask, don&#39;t tell policy.  STAT.</p>

<p>I think she took my silence for disinterest.  &quot;It&#39;s a pretty big deal.  One of the best nights of my life.&quot;</p>

<p>For some reason, I wanted to prove to her that I was once was cool too.  I wanted to tell her my ultimate famous person story, which took place on New Year&#39;s Eve 1998.  Through a series of fortunate events my friend and I ended up at Madonna&#39;s private New Year&#39;s Eve party.  I got to dance to &quot;Don&#39;t Cry for me Argentina&quot; with her.  Well not with her, but right next to her.  True story.  </p>

<p>But then I realized that my clubbing past was probably of no interest to a Heavy Metal Mama.  She probably would roll her eyes as she told her band about how I tried to one-up her with an old story about Madonna.  How can you compare that to a night with a Heavy Metal God?   </p>

<p>So I told her that it was a great story.  I also told her to take a brisk walk and get a coffee at the <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2005/12/im_an_orange_lo.html" target="_blank">Dunkin&#39; Donuts</a>.  Just in case.  </p>

<p>I still like her even though we don&#39;t get to go out on weekends since she is probably headbanging at some club somewhere.  She is polite, punctual and always cleans up after herself and the baby.  My sink is always shinier when she leaves than it was before she got here.  And The Boy likes her.  A lot.  I think he may have the coolest babysitter on the block.  How many babies get to literally rock to sleep with an live electric guitar version of &quot;Baby Beluga&quot;?  </p>

<p>Rock on.</p>
