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I haven't updated in about... five months. eek
Sad, yes. But what's even sadder is the fact that I'm posting out of the blue now because I'm so bored. I guess I'll ramble about my babysitting the other night.
On the phone when the mother called me, I heard a ton of racket going on in the background. Like explosions, screaming, yelling, and crashes. I kept thinking, "Geez, you think she could turn down the tv while she talks to me! How rude, I can hardly hear her..." Then she says, "I have three children. Do you hear them in the background?"
That's when it struck me. I wouldn't be babysitting children. No, no, I would be witnessing the coming of the apocalypse...
The mother was Italian. She seemed nice enough, though she seemed preocupied and was a bit cold towards me. The dad reminded me of my Euro AP teacher. THE FOLLOWING EVIDENCE IS PROOF WHY EUROPEAN HISTORY AP TEACHERS SHOULD NOT BE ALOUD TO HAVE CHILDREN:
The kids were insane. The first thing I saw them doing was trying to smother one another in a small foam couch. I knew I was in for a long night. Then, as soon as they saw ME, I was tackled. And not just as sweet little grab, touch tackle that you can laugh about either. I'm talking about the kind of tackle that most of the guys on my school football team train everyday to acheive. So, within the first five minutes of the parents leaving the house, I found myself fallen to my bum with the wind knocked out of me.
The night continued terribly. As each and every agonizing minute passed (litteraly, I think I had internal bleeding and a minor concusion by then) I was takled, tortured, and yelled at in Italian. Yes, did I mention the children were bilingual. As in they spoke more than one language. So, in return, I yelled at them back in Spanish, which confused the living Hall out of them. So, we compromised and decided to play a board game.
This was not the best of ideas. One kid jumped up and and down on the board game, the other was trying to see how many game pieces he could shove in his mouth (The total was 15 before I stopped him).
Lucky for me they had to go to bed. So I shoved them into their beds, with death threats and tempers rising, and retreated downstairs.
All this happened in less than 45 minutes.
The rest of the time I was bored to death. 3 and a half hours of me doing nothing. NOTHING AT ALL. I had accidentally left my cell phone at home, I finished my book, and the only TV was upstairs in a room with no door. I feared that I would be heard by the children and then mauled, so I settled to doing... nothing.
I should really start charging more for babysitting.
 Destiny Tahn · Tue Mar 01, 2005 @ 02:47am · 3 Comments |
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