I'm going to be a horrible mother
I'm doing the marathon babysitting thing this weekend. I picked them up Friday from school and I drop them off Monday at school. They're older - Mallory is 6, Madison is 8, and Megan is 9 - and really sweet girls. Mallory's been cranky though because she has a sinus infection. She's got that gross bubblegum pink thick stew medicine, and I feel so bad making her take it because I used to hate taking it. I'm being pretty relaxed this weekend - the two older ones are sleeping in the same bed which I'm almost certain that they aren't supposed to do, but hey, what are babysitters for? And I think we are going to eat cupcakes tommorow for breakfast. We made them this afternoon. They're chocolate. I really like kids, but not older ones as much. THey are just too smart. This one family I babysit for, they have a 1 1/2 year old named Merrit and a 3 1/2 year old named Trice. My heart melts every time I play with those kids. They are such darlings. Trice always tells me that he loves me...awwwwww.....what happens to boys when they get older? Last time I babysat, we sat outside and he ran the length of the driveway probably 100 times, and when he got to either end, I had to yell "Touchdown". No football, no point, just me yelling Touchdown at each end and Trice wiggling his teeny little butt in a victory dance. Again and again and again. I always want children after I babysit those kids. It overrides that smart career driven person in me and wakes the stupid one who cries and dumb movies and sobbed when Sirius died in the Harry Potter books. I mean mascara running off my chin and everything. It was pathetic. I'm depressing myself just thinking about it. Uggghh. Bye.
Bethany
Bethany