Death and poetry...it's poetic

May 11, 2008 14:58

I do not like being the face of the NYPD! At all! Why is it always me having to go on television? And don't say it's the freckles, I will hurt you.

This case is giving me migraines. Personally I'm not going for the connection. Maybe that's just me.


I can't believe I made it through a night of babysitting. Then again...it was Aidan. For whatever reason...he doesn't scare me as much as other kids. And we get along. When I know what to say to him that is.

Wasn't sure I'd make it through those tantrums...but surprisingly enough we both did. I also can't believe I fell asleep with the kid and Brian didn't wake me up when he got home. And...I'm really not sure I remember how I ended up on the couch in Brian's arms the next morning...at least I was fully clothed and am certain nothing happened.

All I know is the next time he winds up in an emergency situation of needing a sitter? Someone else better come through for him.

I can say one thing for it, though...since that night I've felt a lot more rested. I cleaned my apartment. Didn't take a nap all weekend.

babysitting, work, aidan peluso, brian peluso

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