what a way to start a weekend...
I'm such an old lady in some of my habits. I can't help it. I like to think that maybe I "have an old soul". This weekend is turning out to be more than I can handle.
I have a policy of never answering my cell pone unless I recognize the number. An "unknown" number called me about 30 minutes ago, and woke me from my slumber. Two bad combinations. I ignored it a rolled over. Ten minutes later an unknown number again, curiosity got the best of me.
It was the Lipschietz family, calling to inquire about my working schedule and free time. I personally though that I made it very clear that I never want to babysit those terrible children ever again. Apparently not. Ugh!
How do I get out of this? I'm no good under pressure, actually I am, just not this kind. I also don't know how I can politely say that I would love to babysit again, just not for them. I usually chicken out and say I don't have time on the days that they need me, hoping she'd get the hint after weeks and weeks of the same story. She did, but they're back again. The woman id ridiculously persistent. What do I do? What do I do?
This happens, just as I was thinking about babysitting again, for decent lovely, well-mannered children. sigh.
I have a policy of never answering my cell pone unless I recognize the number. An "unknown" number called me about 30 minutes ago, and woke me from my slumber. Two bad combinations. I ignored it a rolled over. Ten minutes later an unknown number again, curiosity got the best of me.
It was the Lipschietz family, calling to inquire about my working schedule and free time. I personally though that I made it very clear that I never want to babysit those terrible children ever again. Apparently not. Ugh!
How do I get out of this? I'm no good under pressure, actually I am, just not this kind. I also don't know how I can politely say that I would love to babysit again, just not for them. I usually chicken out and say I don't have time on the days that they need me, hoping she'd get the hint after weeks and weeks of the same story. She did, but they're back again. The woman id ridiculously persistent. What do I do? What do I do?
This happens, just as I was thinking about babysitting again, for decent lovely, well-mannered children. sigh.