You always feel like you've fucked up, so what's the point of keeping yourself in line?
So I'm back babysitting, here are the rage notes I typed through the short moments of peace where they were quiet and doing their school work.
- I'm a minimalist in comparison to these spoiled yahoos, jeez
- Gemma is basically Addy and Gemma just turned 4, so that says something about how behind Addy seems in her behavior and development.
- I'd like to clean up but don't know where to start and am sure it will be back to chaos next time
- I'm glad I only said I'd be available 3 days this week, fuck doing this full time. I really want them to go back to school on the 17th, that would mean that I do 6:30 - 8ish most mornings, getting up that early sucks butt, but I think I could manage knowing it had a guaranteed end time. Right now it's just whenever K gets home which is like historically anywhere between 3&6pm.
- the youngest was complaining and saying that I was the worst babysitter ever, like bitch, you think I care what you think?! You're 4, I do not trust your judgment. I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to watch you and stand in as a parent/teacher figure.
It was a long but okay day, it was an adjustment to get back into it, and back into their mess of a space. I'm a hoarding, messy weirdo and I find their house gross. It's weird because they're so upper middle class but those kids basically force chaos.
I'm having a super anxious moment. I told them I could do 3-4 days this week, but I already got an e-transfer for $175 with no text or explanation. She normally sends it at the end of the week. But she also never said anything about tomorrow at all, she only asked for 7:30 monday in her text sunday. So maybe that's all they needed. But also, worried, did I do something wrong, are they done with me? You'd think they'd text me to at least tell me that.
I'd hope Logan and Lena would back me up that I wasn't being mean or rude or doing anything wrong, the youngest might complain about me but like my job is to keep them out of trouble and not fighting etc. Grow up and just ask, Rebecca, fuck. It doesn’t have to be so awkward.
Update: nothing was wrong, she just forgot to text me to come. She texted at 7:20 and was like sorry, hopefully you can still be here for 7:45, so I scrambled out of bed. Fuck.
Today is Wednesday, I'm so done with them. I flipped them off behind their backs and I was mouthing fuck you behind my mask. Assholes. They're too smart for this shitty of behaviour. And I just don't know what to do. If I take their chromebooks/screens away they just yell and fight. And allegedly have noooothing to do, but I'm so run down It's not like I have any ideas for things to do, or they don't like my ideas of playing with toys or games. All I want is quiet, I want to cry/scream in my car, I want to tell to to go fuck themselves.
- I'm a minimalist in comparison to these spoiled yahoos, jeez
- Gemma is basically Addy and Gemma just turned 4, so that says something about how behind Addy seems in her behavior and development.
- I'd like to clean up but don't know where to start and am sure it will be back to chaos next time
- I'm glad I only said I'd be available 3 days this week, fuck doing this full time. I really want them to go back to school on the 17th, that would mean that I do 6:30 - 8ish most mornings, getting up that early sucks butt, but I think I could manage knowing it had a guaranteed end time. Right now it's just whenever K gets home which is like historically anywhere between 3&6pm.
- the youngest was complaining and saying that I was the worst babysitter ever, like bitch, you think I care what you think?! You're 4, I do not trust your judgment. I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to watch you and stand in as a parent/teacher figure.
It was a long but okay day, it was an adjustment to get back into it, and back into their mess of a space. I'm a hoarding, messy weirdo and I find their house gross. It's weird because they're so upper middle class but those kids basically force chaos.
I'm having a super anxious moment. I told them I could do 3-4 days this week, but I already got an e-transfer for $175 with no text or explanation. She normally sends it at the end of the week. But she also never said anything about tomorrow at all, she only asked for 7:30 monday in her text sunday. So maybe that's all they needed. But also, worried, did I do something wrong, are they done with me? You'd think they'd text me to at least tell me that.
I'd hope Logan and Lena would back me up that I wasn't being mean or rude or doing anything wrong, the youngest might complain about me but like my job is to keep them out of trouble and not fighting etc. Grow up and just ask, Rebecca, fuck. It doesn’t have to be so awkward.
Update: nothing was wrong, she just forgot to text me to come. She texted at 7:20 and was like sorry, hopefully you can still be here for 7:45, so I scrambled out of bed. Fuck.
Today is Wednesday, I'm so done with them. I flipped them off behind their backs and I was mouthing fuck you behind my mask. Assholes. They're too smart for this shitty of behaviour. And I just don't know what to do. If I take their chromebooks/screens away they just yell and fight. And allegedly have noooothing to do, but I'm so run down It's not like I have any ideas for things to do, or they don't like my ideas of playing with toys or games. All I want is quiet, I want to cry/scream in my car, I want to tell to to go fuck themselves.