It was not rare that she was stressed so much as it was that it showed. While there was nothing clearly stressful about the current situation, it was something she was having trouble digesting. Perhaps it was an art all single parents mastered eventually, luring innocent friends and acquaintances to their lair, whilst seeming ever so accomodating and nice, only to employ them, without pay at that. Babysitters were so hard to come by, really, that it was no wonder, and while Amelie could see the humourous standpoint on the matter, she was not without a sense of humility and guilt about it.
But, of all people, her editor... not that there was anything wrong with that, really, editors were not to be discriminated as having no skills with babies (although she was curious to see Mr. Calloway with a baby, really). But there was something not proper about having to rely on someone else, someone from her workplace at that. Perhaps it had really gone too far, and she needed to hire herself a maid or something along those lines.
For the most of it, Amelie believed she was managing fine on her own. The local creche was quite nice, and her job did afford her enough time at home if she wished for it. It was just one of those days when she was extremely rushed and everything seemed a little bigger than normal. There was a lot more to living alone and raising a child, on one's own, than one ever really told you about. She had learnt on her first round away from home that there were things one was just not automatically ready for, things one had to grow into, but it was still frustrating to continually be held back by things that were just mundane and childish, things that one was supposed to have learnt to handle by now, but which were unfortunately a lot trickier than they on first sight
As the two year old before her reached for the blue socks, Amelie smiled. "I like blue too." Though before she could put both socks on Renee's tiny, soft feet, she there was a knock on the door and Amelie rose, one blue sock in her hand.
"That would be Jakob, then," she informed the girl, lifting her up and heading to the door to open it and smile. "Hi," she said, pleasantly, gesturing with the blue sock for him to come in. "Come on in. This is Renee, and Renee, this is the man you're going to harrass for the next hour or so... did you find the house alright?" she asked, presently, keeping her voice as even as she could, though she was, perhaps needlessly, feeling just a little terrible about having roped him in. If there was one thing she hated, it was feeling obliged towards someone.



