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Ugh!
i friggin hate babysitting. it is my own personal hell. i wake up so damn early..by a doorbell ring of a frantic woman who is late as i jump up and put on anything at all so she doesnt lose her mind.
we then proceed in a car ride that lasts approximately 10 minutes...*in our minds its 7 hours* in which we make awkward conversation in which she describes her new life as a cougar..and i tune out while i pray we make it alive. (she drives really edgy in the morning..today we aaactually almost hit two cars..No Over exaggeration)
i arrive at the house were a dog humps my leg for approximately 12 minutes untill she leaves the house where i have no shame of kicking the horney bastard off me..
i then try to sleep/watch tv that i want to watch
until the Demon Boy comes down at 9ish demanding breakfast and the remote..where the day sinks to a new low..
i make him cereal and then he demands coffee...because yess...he is 6 and thats the regular for all 6 year olds... the age of tim hortons as a regular hangout gets younger and younger each year..
then the She-Bitch comes down after 10 and refuses to brush her hair even though ive been given strict instructions that, that is a must. whats wrong with these people! little girls are suppose to brush their hair like 12 times a day...MINIMUM..yet she has taken a fancy to the redneck life and refuses to tangle that mane once!!
the Demon Boy has about 23 angry moments throughout the day where he will just scream in a high pitched tone.
then its lunch time! I, in an energetic tone tell them that we are eating zooodills...Yippeee!! when i get the response "Nooooo!(high pitched scream) I WANT TACOS!!" considering i am trained in the culinary arts and and have my own special recipe for this kind tacos..
at some points of the day he comes up to me and the She-Bitch and points a Very Realistic Including Vicious Sound Effects type gun in which points to our heads and tells us its our time to die...
DOES ANYONE SEE A PROBLEM WITH THISSS...why would you give him thaaat! is only practice so that later he can hunt me down and shoot me for not bringing him his god damn tacos!
as we were watching tv i was sitting on the couch with my legs bend..in PANTS.. and he said to me..
"hey niamh..cool bagina"
*bagina=little kid pronounciation of vagina.
i think i should have found out my hourly rate beforehand...but i knew what i was in for..a year ago when i babysat...Demon Boy threw a chair at me.
Further indication that this was the job from hell was that their other babysitter quit last week cuz she just couldnt take it anymore.. *Key Incidence Included:
1. he wanted to go on the swings at a bad time and she was holding the door closed and he summoned all the powers of hell to actually break the lock off the door...he is six...with weak girl arms..
2. after he managed to get out another way she ran after him until the little shitter ambushed her and pelted her with FRICKEN BERRIES!! what the hell?!? im dealing with an unnatural force. he also put berries in a poerty book that her recently dead mother had written and ruined the book.
i feel like i have to wear a cross at all times and whisper the Our Father..cuz at any moment hes gonna spider walk down the stairs and spit green goupe at me!
i hope you alll know that this could potentially kill me...
At least..it makes me more excited about my trip..2 DAYS!!
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