A new frontier is emerging in Washington D.C.
I learned this from a visiting friend as she was sipping sweet tea on my patio. We’d been friends since the seventh grade and were catching up. I mentioned I might look for a job.
With a smile, she suggested I become a sleep lady.
Before I could say I wasn’t that kind of woman she told me what a sleep lady does.
A busy mom hires a person to help her child fall asleep.
What? Are you kidding me?
I know, I know. It sounded bogus. I thought she was surely joking, but as it turned out a woman she knew parlayed that talent into $4000 over a period of weeks.
Apparently, a woman with a high-powered job brought her child home from the hospital, and since she had to have slept to work the next day, she hired a sleep lady.
Flashes from the past raced through my head. Sleepless nights and rocking chairs and holding little ones.
As she continued talking, I felt sympathy for the woman who was not able to stick with her child through the night. Or, of course, to let the child cry and eventually learn to fall asleep on its own.
I do sympathize big time with sleep deprivation both for babies and parents. And I’ve run into some strange ways people solve the problem.
Two parents in our New Jersey neighborhood years ago put their infant in the car every night and one of them would drive around the neighborhood until the child fell asleep. I know. I know. I couldn’t believe it either.
I took a sip of tea and brought my mind back to my friend who told me of another new job that had astounded her.
One woman had created quite a reputation for handling head lice issues. You call her after the school notifies you that the scourge has hit your child’s classroom.
The remedy years ago was shampooing everyone and everything in the family with a heavy-duty solution. I remember having to do that a couple of times with my own children.
Washing the bed linens and spraying anywhere their sweet little heads might have touched, including couches, carpet, etc.
And then using a special comb to literally inspect each strand of hair to make sure you’d gotten all of the nits.
I’ll bet the woman who de-liced the house plus the family cost a fortune. And believe me, it was worth every penny.
After my friend left, I became obsessed with searching for unusual jobs. It fascinated me, really. Until I found this one.
Arm pit sniffer at a deodorant company?
Is that legitimate? Maybe.
Thanks pinterest.com for all these photos.