My Saturday night consisted of babysitting three adorable girls while their parents renewed their marriage vows.
I'd like to start out with saying that I enjoy babysitting. Kids make me extremely uncomfortable, but I can handle them just fine for a couple of hours. Especially when I get paid for it and get permission to raid the kitchen.
Basically, babysitting is the best job ever since you get paid in cold, hard cash to play with little kids, watch TV, and steal people's food. And if there's a bedtime for the kids? Oh, you're golden.
Unless you get stuck with annoying, chattering, snot-nosed children who like spitting on you for fun (I had this issue last year).
But tonight, that was definitely not the case. I watched the three sweetest girls on the planet. They are adorable little angels who enjoy watching Disney princess movies, curling up in lots of blankets, and eating. These are my kind of girls!
Also, every time I have babysat these three, they go crazy before I come and make me cards and other goodies to bring home with me. Tonight, the oldest made me a bracelet, a bookmark, and a card. The other two supposedly drew me pictures but couldn't find them, so together we searched the house looking for them. Sadly, we didn't find the pictures, but we did watch Disney movies for six hours straight, so that makes up for it!
I babysat the same three girls on Valentine's Day this year and they had drawn me up Valentines cards. It was seriously one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.
One had a picture of a conversation heart (you know, those disgusting hard chalky heart candies with the cheesy sayings on them? I really dislike those in case you were curious.) that read "KISS ME". Above the picture there was a little note that said "(don't really kiss me!)".
I'd like to start out with saying that I enjoy babysitting. Kids make me extremely uncomfortable, but I can handle them just fine for a couple of hours. Especially when I get paid for it and get permission to raid the kitchen.
Basically, babysitting is the best job ever since you get paid in cold, hard cash to play with little kids, watch TV, and steal people's food. And if there's a bedtime for the kids? Oh, you're golden.
Unless you get stuck with annoying, chattering, snot-nosed children who like spitting on you for fun (I had this issue last year).
But tonight, that was definitely not the case. I watched the three sweetest girls on the planet. They are adorable little angels who enjoy watching Disney princess movies, curling up in lots of blankets, and eating. These are my kind of girls!
Also, every time I have babysat these three, they go crazy before I come and make me cards and other goodies to bring home with me. Tonight, the oldest made me a bracelet, a bookmark, and a card. The other two supposedly drew me pictures but couldn't find them, so together we searched the house looking for them. Sadly, we didn't find the pictures, but we did watch Disney movies for six hours straight, so that makes up for it!
I babysat the same three girls on Valentine's Day this year and they had drawn me up Valentines cards. It was seriously one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.
One had a picture of a conversation heart (you know, those disgusting hard chalky heart candies with the cheesy sayings on them? I really dislike those in case you were curious.) that read "KISS ME". Above the picture there was a little note that said "(don't really kiss me!)".
The fact that she felt the need to clarify this really cracked me up.
One of the other gems in my card collection would have to be this man who looks like he could be from the Bachelor. He was accompanied by a caption that wished me a happy Valentines day with lots of chocolate and men.
One of the other gems in my card collection would have to be this man who looks like he could be from the Bachelor. He was accompanied by a caption that wished me a happy Valentines day with lots of chocolate and men.
Now, I have one more story about tonight before I'm done...
So, the girls' parents failed to inform me that they weren't actually going to come home tonight. Evidently, the girl's grandma and older brother were going to take over at midnight so I could go home.
I failed to get the memo.
I had received a text that the older brother (who is a friend of my brother) was on his way home, so when I heard someone trying to get in the front door a few minutes later, I didn't think anything of it.
That is, until a strange person wearing black pants, a black shirt, and all black accessories walked through the door instead of the seventh grade boy I was expecting.
I panicked. It was midnight in a dark house and here I was, responsible for three little girls and someone was going to come and mug us or something. What are you even supposed to do if someone breaks in while you're babysitting? Call the cops? Scream? Run away? The only responses I came up with included pepper spray and how my purse might be heavy enough to take them down.
Well, it's a good thing I didn't try to knock them out with my leather cross body bag, because that person in all black turned out to be the grandma.
I mean, she would be like the Life Alert commercials: "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" Except she would have been Whack-a-moled, instead of falling, and probably couldn't say anything since she'd be knocked out....
I'd probably get the nickname "Accessory Attacker" or "Cross body Killer". Actually, "Crossbody Killer" has a nice ring to it. I might try it out for size this week.
But anyways, I'd probably never be called to babysit again if I maced or hit their grandma. It would really suck because I make good money. And besides, I kind of love those girls!
If I couldn't babysit them anymore, who else would draw me pictures of men in tuxedos and sing along to every song in Frozen with me?!
-Allison
So, the girls' parents failed to inform me that they weren't actually going to come home tonight. Evidently, the girl's grandma and older brother were going to take over at midnight so I could go home.
I failed to get the memo.
I had received a text that the older brother (who is a friend of my brother) was on his way home, so when I heard someone trying to get in the front door a few minutes later, I didn't think anything of it.
That is, until a strange person wearing black pants, a black shirt, and all black accessories walked through the door instead of the seventh grade boy I was expecting.
I panicked. It was midnight in a dark house and here I was, responsible for three little girls and someone was going to come and mug us or something. What are you even supposed to do if someone breaks in while you're babysitting? Call the cops? Scream? Run away? The only responses I came up with included pepper spray and how my purse might be heavy enough to take them down.
Well, it's a good thing I didn't try to knock them out with my leather cross body bag, because that person in all black turned out to be the grandma.
I mean, she would be like the Life Alert commercials: "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" Except she would have been Whack-a-moled, instead of falling, and probably couldn't say anything since she'd be knocked out....
I'd probably get the nickname "Accessory Attacker" or "Cross body Killer". Actually, "Crossbody Killer" has a nice ring to it. I might try it out for size this week.
But anyways, I'd probably never be called to babysit again if I maced or hit their grandma. It would really suck because I make good money. And besides, I kind of love those girls!
If I couldn't babysit them anymore, who else would draw me pictures of men in tuxedos and sing along to every song in Frozen with me?!
-Allison