Are you looking for summer housing, but find yourself absolutely shocked by the abhorrent rent and cost of living in the bay?

Have you resigned yourself to the fact that such basic human comforts as having your own bedroom that’s actually a normal grown-up size and maybe even (*gasp) having your own bathroom are far-off dreams of a long-lost past?

Do you cry at times when you realize that affording housing will require you to commute for hours of your life, and you would very much like to live near work and school?

Do you desperately crave human interaction, and would treasure the therapeutic benefits of conversation and snuggles of LITERALLY the MOST SPECTACULAR, BRILLIANT, never-tantruming-because-she-actually-can-express-her-feelings-and-say-hey-I’m-feeling-sad-and-grumpy-and-not-feel-out-of-control-because-she’s-not-a-stanford-student 2.5 year old in the UNIVERSE?

Like actually… she makes all other children seem obnoxious and stinky… which to be fair… they kinda are…

…

I’m not biased.

Well dear friend. Look no further.

I am offering summer housing through the end of August in Stanford housing, less than a 5min walk from stanford hospital for FREE, all inclusive of gas/electric/bills, Netflix/hulu/Disney+/prime, wifi, laundry, and groceries (just write want you want on the fridge), and housekeeping in exchange for part-time childcare.

Job would be helping my daughter get ready in the morning and walking her <5mins to drop her off at daycare and picking her up in the afternoons and giving her dinner and putting her to bed around 8pm. You would usually be a second pair of hands for me.

I would also be willing to offer an additional stipend if you want to help me out on the weekends and need some cash because you wanted to socialize and have therefore allowed yourself to be brutally robbed by Palo Alto’s local fare.

You would also be my roommate, and while I’m a shockingly awful cook and have acquired the unfortunate habit of succumbing to the depths of late 90’s rap music complete with bad dancing in hard times, and singing ‘00’s country music to the evocation of ear-bleeding in good times, I believe you’ll find that I am not otherwise altogether intolerable to live with.

Reach out if interested!