At some point almost everyone realizes that there's a hole in their life. In some way they feel unfulfilled. I may have even written about these holes before, but this is a topic that bears revisiting.
Some people cram their holes full of religion. Others stuff babies into their holes. My own fulfillment technique consists of inserting large quantities of chocolate and booze into my holes. That's worked pretty well for me. Until today.
Today I discovered that I have a new hole. It's an au pair shaped hole.
I discovered the hole while attending a birthday picnic with Daisy. Other attendees included some acquaintances of ours who have two small children. They recently decided to hire an au pair to help out with various household and childcare duties. Naturally, the most qualified applicant was a smoking hot, busty, 22 year-old woman from Colombia with a penchant for tiny and tight clothing. They brought the au pair with them to the picnic.
I wasn't at the picnic very long before I discovered my au pair hole. Although Daisy doesn't require too much childcare any more, and we do a decent job of staying on top of the housework, I'm pretty sure my life would be immeasurably improved by an au pair.
I'm going to have to figure out a way to make this happen. This could be even more satisfying than the Chillow.