I had the opportunity to babysit for a family at church today. They are great kids and I enjoyed it. I had just been thinking last week about how long it has been since I've babysat. Being in college full time and working 2 jobs does not usually leave time, but it worked out today. I went and picked up the kids from the church school and dropped off another on our way home. This kid forgot where he lived but luckily I asked the principle before leaving, if he could tell me. He only knew the general area. Without too much difficulty, although thinking we were slightly lost, we found it. Then on to the border, back into the US. All fine and dandy, except they have these barriers around the exit, and normally when I go through, it's late and it's closed off, but this time it was a zig-zag. I went the wrong way and had to turn around to exit. Slightly embarrassing, but oh well. Then off to piano...
The directions I was given was fine except for one road, which was a crucial one. Thanks to my keen sense of direction and knowledge of county roads, I realized we were going the wrong way and had to turn around. We were about 15 min late for their lesson, but the teacher was late too so it worked out fine. Then I had to figure out where to take the oldest child to her cousin's house to go to her volleyball game. I had no idea where this cousin lived, but due to my handy dandy phone book, I found a county map and figured it out.
We got her there in time and headed on our way home. I was using my trusty map, and drove towards the road that was supposed to connect to the road the kids lived on. Unfortunatley, I have a mini phone book, so the map is shrunk, making the roads look like they connect, when there is about a mile where they do not connect. Lo and behold, it was that mile I was trying to find. So, we had to go way out of our way to get home, but we did make it.
As many of you know, I am not a cook, and decided on mac and cheese with chicken nuggets for dinner. They of course, were thrilled. After some recreation, I convinced them to brush their teeth and we read some books. They were supposed to be in bed by 8, but when their dad came home at 8:45, they were still up. They begged me to stay longer and read more stories, so I did.
All in all, it was fun, and I remember how much fun babysitting can be, but what I loved the most was leaving them with their capable parents and coming home to mine. And I realized, once again, why I am so not ready to be a mom. It's tough!
**What's the photo of, you ask? Why some kind of interesting creature we found lurking in the grass during the piano lessons. The youngest built a home for it in a mole hill, but the ungrateful little creature did not appreciate it.
