Oct 132006
I’m not 100% sure but I think I am the babysitter for my neighbors kids. That or they just might live here now. I have never been very quick and I’ve always been a pushover, but when Can-They-Play-While-I-Run-Some-Errands becomes an every day for six hours straight babysitting job I START TO CATCH ON PEOPLE! Not only do I feel used, but its getting in the way of my normal routine of laying around in my undies and getting wasted all day.
They go back on track next week. I will then only be able to babysit after school. So there!
That used to happen to me a lot when my kids were growing up. It seemed like they were always at my house all the time and I even ended up feeding them lunch and snacks. I would ask my kids why they don’t go over to one of their friend’s houses to play and they would say “because it’s not as much fun over there.” It does wear you out after awhile, and I really hated being taken advantage of by the other moms who used me as a free babysitting service under the guise of letting their kids come over to play. One neighbor in particular would ask if her kids could come “play” while she did errands and being the nice pushover I am, said yes and then it got to increase in regularity. Then she had another baby and when that kid got to be toddler age she started sending him with the older kids saying that Kevvy wanted to play, too. Bullcrap! She just didn’t want to drag Kevvy to the store and I was a convenient sucker! I finally had to tell her I was going to start charging for my babysitting services and at first she laughed until she saw that I wasn’t joking. All of a sudden Kevvy…and his siblings never came around again.
I get the “because it’s not as much fun over there” thing a lot. It makes me think I must be the most lenient parent in the neighborhood. In a predictable post script to this story, this mom called me up on Saturday night and asked if her kids could “play” while she and her husband went out to a party. I of course had something else going on and was unavaliable for “play supervision”. The nerve of some people!
Just tell them to go home. Kids aren’t offended by stuff like that. I just say, “Lily, thanks for coming over to play, but we are going to eat dinner now so it’s time for you to go home.”
Cari, you’re a bitch! Shut the fuck up! Go away! Nobody likes you here anyways, and we’re about to eat dinner … so go home! even though your mom asked me to watch you play while SHE IS AWAY FROM HOME!