Not to brag or anything, but in high school and college, I was in high demand as a babysitter. (okay, who am I kidding… I’m braggin’. I was the bomb!) I had parents entrust their children’s care into my hands on a regular basis. A couple of times, I had overnight jobs, staying through the weekend. I even got to miss a day of school to go to the beach to babysit.
We had neighbors who had 6 kids, and for several years (in college) I stayed with them and toted them around for a week at a time, while the parents attended a yearly banking convention.
Hurricane Gilbert ruined a sailing trip to Jamaica. I was asked to sail, with a family I sat for, to Jamaica, while the mom and dad chartered a yacht. Dumb hurricane. Destroyed Jamaica and my spring break. *sigh*
Now, I have my own children to take care of. I don’t get swept to any exciting locales with this gig. But they are mine. All mine.
Now, one might surmise that with all of this experience, I could rightly expect some respect.
Oh, no. This mama wasn’t takin’ the bait. Get out there and take a walk missy!
Why don’t you get cleaned up and see if you feel better after a shower.