I shouldve introduced myself a little better before. Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel, father of three, widower of Thomas Thompson. As Ive stated I lost my husband on the day of our seventh wedding anniversary. The tragedy itself shook our family up quite a bit, but that was just the beginning.

In order to keep running this family Ive resorted to hiring babysitters to watch my children while Im at work. It started with Kacey, the lovable twenty-two-year-old womanl who lived right down the block from where we lived and whose parents we knew well. The best choice to watch the kids, I thought.

On my first day back to work Kacey came promptly to the house at eight-thirty - as requested. I gave her a quick spoken list of instructions and reminded her that if she needs anything theres a list of other instructions on the table and my contact information. The only child up at the time was Koby who I would take to school on my way to work but would be with Kacey afterward. Koby got on his shoes and after a quick reminder to feed Kirsten when she first got up I was out the door with Koby tagging along with me. When I came home later that evening I found Kacey sitting in the living room looking tired and worn out but all the kids were in bed. A good sign that I mightve chose the right person. She smiled as she told me that she fed the kids, let them play for a while, bathed them, then put them to bed. I payed her for her troubles and she was out the door.

This process went on for a month. I took Koby to school in the morning and Kacey watched him and the others for the rest of the day until I got home. The kids were always in bed or she was just finishing lying Kirsten down when I got back but she always looked so worn out, more and more each passing day. But still she smiled and told me that they ate, played, bathed, and went to bed and then Id pay her and she was gone until finally the worn little string had broke.

"I cant do this anymore." She wouldve been screaming in my face if it wasnt for the sleeping, young children upstairs.

"Why, whats wrong?" I had asked her.

"Your children are nothing but horrible. Im never watching them again."

I said nothing back. I just gave her her pay and said my first and final goodbye to her then began to wonder what my children did to her. They have been nothing but good to me and Thomas. But I did not question them.

Next was Nancy, an older woman in her mid-forties. I repeated the process I did with Kacey on her. I instructed her on anything she needed to know and wrote down a list that even had the contact information and took Koby to school. When I came home she looked as exhausted as Kacey did. Fair enough, when you get older you tend to get easily tired out and with three little kids it can wear you out quicker. She held out her hand and I gave her the money. Nancy told me she was never returning until I had my children in order then marched out.

I wondered what was going on, but still never bothered to ask.

Then was Bryan. I think I was becoming desperate when I hired a man who would show up to work on a motorcycle each morning but Koby seemed to admire him. He was beaming when he saw the bike pull up in our driveway on his first day. I told him everything he needed to know and blah, blah, blah, took Koby and we were out. When I came home I could clearly see Bryan was masking his sleepiness. He told me about his fantastic time with the kids and I payed him before he left.

This went on for two weeks until one day when I got home I saw an extra car parked in the driveway and when I came inside I found Bryan lying on some woman having a heavy make-out session on my couch. Appalled, I didnt even pay him one last time before I sentenced him out of my house and requested he never returned.

He called me the next day telling me he needed his girl over to relax him after those "rotten brats" wore him to death then asked for his pay. I still turned it down.

It was a mistake, and I was desperate.

Bryan was just the start of horrible babysitters. Next was Jen. I gave her the instructions and took Koby. Things were tremendous with her. She was the only babysitter that didnt look even slightly worn when I got home and she lasted for the rest of the month. But when I heard Koby say what had to be the worst word in the book and a bruise on Caylas arm I knew Jen was the reason.

"Youre fucking brats are pieces of shit! They deserved the discipline I gave them. And as for Kobys words, Im pretty fucking sure he learned that from you!" Ive never sworn in front of my kids and the use of that word twice in front of me told me I definitely wasnt the one teaching my children those words, and I even told her that too. She just gave me a dirty look and stormed out without even asking for her pay. I wouldnt have given it to her though, and I certainly wasnt taking her back.

The last sitter was Holly. Same thing, she came, I gave instructions, and then I left with Koby. She made it through the month with no problems but when I found her sitting around the living room with a group of other women her age smoking cigarettes and drinking a white wine out the bottle she had to go. And she told me before she left that she needed to quickly wind down after my "troublesome kids" rose her stress levels to the roof. I told her that she couldve waited until she got home then closed the door on her.

I needed some help quickly and going through babysitter after babysitter was not helping so after having a long thought about it when Holly left that night I decided: I needed to hire a live-in nanny.