babysitting
finished babysitting up the street and got home about a half hour ago.
usually everything there is wicked calm. The oldest boy wants to solve mathematical equations and the youngest wants to play pokemon.
But i usually babysit later at night or in fall/winter/ spring. I rarely babysit during the summer.. or at least i dont remember babysitting that much during last summer for them.
ANYYYYWAY yea today was different they were wired and ready to go. I get there and the youngest keeps shouting "katie can you please read spongebob? katie.. katie... katie pleaseeee read sponge bob..." while his father tries to hold a conversation with me about school and how i think my final exams will go.
The oldest is also chipping in with "dad... how do i solve what pie is...dad...dad...dad listen... whats the long division.. dad how do i solve pie cuz this came out wrong."
on his piece of paper he is divideing about 20-digit numbers trying to find the exact number pie equals cuz he heard that some computer did it out west or whatever.
The parents finally leave... i help the oldest find the exact number of pie.. the closest we could come up with was 22.01/7 which equals 3.1442857428
Then i read a 60 something page spongebob book... pausing everynow and then to help dylan out.
then they decide to play catch.
it lasts an hour.
but it was fucking fun.... i havent played outside like that since i was a kid. Making up games on the spot.
some of my friends claim to live for that.. but being with those kids was so much different. It had no organized feeling.. but there was an urgency over every rule they pulled out of there ass like there was some grandeold rule book set in stone of this game that had know of it for centuries.. and to defy this rule would be punishable a fate worse than death.
we played 5 rounds of some game they made up or took from the playground and then i had to make special rounds because the youngest started to get angry cuz he lost the last round.
he was still upset... he won one game.. his brother two.
We go inside and I have to convince the youngest that he lost only by chance and that he would have won if not for the points being sooo high for the last one.
they get a snack (rice crispy ceral) and a drink (lemonade)
and then story time... again
"read this one"
"no i want this one"
okii.. we'll read both.
welll it turned into four lol
All Berstien Bears. The last one thought they didnt actually wanted to hear cuz they started to loose their attention and kept interrupting near the end.
After i looked at the clock i realized they were making there bedtime 10 minutes later,,, there always trying to stay up later then ill let them which i why i make em get up stairs 5 minutes earlier than there bedtime... i always know they are going to drag there bedtime duties out for at least 10 minutes longer than they should be, but the oldest can read clocks now so i cant trick them for any earlier.
So i get them into bed finally and i wait.
9:30 comes and i hear a car door pull into the drive way.. and seconds later little feet rushing down the stairs. The oldest.
He was watching for them and wanting to say goodnight.
I wished he didnt do this... sometimes i think his parents think i just let him stay up that late.
any way, he starts telling his stories and Mrs. C walks me home like always, its only down the street so its no real HUGE inconvience i guess but i still dont think she should have to do it.
Like every other night she walks me home we get into one of our conversations. Starts off simple, like school, or her kids or whatever. And it always somehow ends up coming to a critique of literature, or debate on history, or different aspects of school.
I think this is pretty kool. For an adult to actually listen to you as though your were there peer instead of holding that "im older and know more than you do" attitude.
All in all... I really enjoy the job.. unfortunately i dont get to babysit tooo often. They only call me when they go on dates or have a school meeting. So if im lucky 2 times a month or so.
Probably the best job you could have to. You let yourself go and become a kid again. You go outside and play games you havent played since Primrose, you remember that strange sense of humor kids have. The kind where it isnt affect by any social rules, or life experiences. If something is funny, they laugh, if too complex, they crinkle there nose and go "i dont get it" until five minutes late they start giggling going "thats sooo funny... hey go back to that page... hey look at this.. this is sooo funny" Everything is so simple. There are no troubles. You live to be alive.
Its the best age in your life. And when you get to revisit it from time to time and for a few hours reclaim it.... its priceless.
~Katherine.
usually everything there is wicked calm. The oldest boy wants to solve mathematical equations and the youngest wants to play pokemon.
But i usually babysit later at night or in fall/winter/ spring. I rarely babysit during the summer.. or at least i dont remember babysitting that much during last summer for them.
ANYYYYWAY yea today was different they were wired and ready to go. I get there and the youngest keeps shouting "katie can you please read spongebob? katie.. katie... katie pleaseeee read sponge bob..." while his father tries to hold a conversation with me about school and how i think my final exams will go.
The oldest is also chipping in with "dad... how do i solve what pie is...dad...dad...dad listen... whats the long division.. dad how do i solve pie cuz this came out wrong."
on his piece of paper he is divideing about 20-digit numbers trying to find the exact number pie equals cuz he heard that some computer did it out west or whatever.
The parents finally leave... i help the oldest find the exact number of pie.. the closest we could come up with was 22.01/7 which equals 3.1442857428
Then i read a 60 something page spongebob book... pausing everynow and then to help dylan out.
then they decide to play catch.
it lasts an hour.
but it was fucking fun.... i havent played outside like that since i was a kid. Making up games on the spot.
some of my friends claim to live for that.. but being with those kids was so much different. It had no organized feeling.. but there was an urgency over every rule they pulled out of there ass like there was some grandeold rule book set in stone of this game that had know of it for centuries.. and to defy this rule would be punishable a fate worse than death.
we played 5 rounds of some game they made up or took from the playground and then i had to make special rounds because the youngest started to get angry cuz he lost the last round.
he was still upset... he won one game.. his brother two.
We go inside and I have to convince the youngest that he lost only by chance and that he would have won if not for the points being sooo high for the last one.
they get a snack (rice crispy ceral) and a drink (lemonade)
and then story time... again
"read this one"
"no i want this one"
okii.. we'll read both.
welll it turned into four lol
All Berstien Bears. The last one thought they didnt actually wanted to hear cuz they started to loose their attention and kept interrupting near the end.
After i looked at the clock i realized they were making there bedtime 10 minutes later,,, there always trying to stay up later then ill let them which i why i make em get up stairs 5 minutes earlier than there bedtime... i always know they are going to drag there bedtime duties out for at least 10 minutes longer than they should be, but the oldest can read clocks now so i cant trick them for any earlier.
So i get them into bed finally and i wait.
9:30 comes and i hear a car door pull into the drive way.. and seconds later little feet rushing down the stairs. The oldest.
He was watching for them and wanting to say goodnight.
I wished he didnt do this... sometimes i think his parents think i just let him stay up that late.
any way, he starts telling his stories and Mrs. C walks me home like always, its only down the street so its no real HUGE inconvience i guess but i still dont think she should have to do it.
Like every other night she walks me home we get into one of our conversations. Starts off simple, like school, or her kids or whatever. And it always somehow ends up coming to a critique of literature, or debate on history, or different aspects of school.
I think this is pretty kool. For an adult to actually listen to you as though your were there peer instead of holding that "im older and know more than you do" attitude.
All in all... I really enjoy the job.. unfortunately i dont get to babysit tooo often. They only call me when they go on dates or have a school meeting. So if im lucky 2 times a month or so.
Probably the best job you could have to. You let yourself go and become a kid again. You go outside and play games you havent played since Primrose, you remember that strange sense of humor kids have. The kind where it isnt affect by any social rules, or life experiences. If something is funny, they laugh, if too complex, they crinkle there nose and go "i dont get it" until five minutes late they start giggling going "thats sooo funny... hey go back to that page... hey look at this.. this is sooo funny" Everything is so simple. There are no troubles. You live to be alive.
Its the best age in your life. And when you get to revisit it from time to time and for a few hours reclaim it.... its priceless.
~Katherine.