Babysitting overall isn't bad. EXCEPT FOR WHEN THE KID IS A SHITTY TROUBLE MAKER AND RUNS OUTSIDE AT FUCKING 10:00 AT NIGHT. THEN IT'S BAD. As you might've guessed, that's what happened to me on my first experience with babysitting.
My mum's friend asked me to babysit his kids so I agreed. Money is money. Nah but seriously his daughter is really sweet. His goddamn son is the issue.
I was a couple hours in with babysitting and Aubrey was just following me around and Andy was in the living room. I went into the living room to put a show on for the kids, but as soon as I did, Andy went into the kitchen. He went in there before to play on his tablet so I wasn't worried about it. That is until I walked into the kitchen. (the kitchen is connected to the front door) he wasn't in there so I thought maybe he was hiding. I called his name, but there was no response. So I pretty much freaked out when I saw the door wasn't closed all the way. I knew I left it closed. So I ran outside, hoping he was at least just sitting on the porch, but he wasn't. So I sprinted down the stairs and looked outside. I manged to make out his silhouette so I ran after it, but he ran in another direction and I didn't see him. I was so mad, but I was also really nervous. So I turned and he was on the opposite side of the car to me. All I could think was, I'm not playing this fucking game of tag. I soon realized that I didn't have much of a choice. So I ran after him and picked him up. He screamed, kicked, and cried, latching onto anything he could- which resulted in him cutting his finger- and I carried him upstairs. I set him on his feet when we were inside and instantly locked the door. I will admit, I was kinda harsh at first, but I was really fucking worried. He ran to a chair and laid on it (it's like one of those barber shop chairs). He cried and cried, so I tried a gentler approach. Unfortunately, my temper is almost as short as me. It still didn't work. So I told his dad and he said if they were too much for me just to tell him. Though he drove me fucking nuts, his sister was still really fun to hang out with, so we ate cake and ice cream and Andy passed out on the chair. Later I tried to pick him up but as soon as he woke he cried again.
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CAN'T I EVER GET A GODDAMN BREAK?! Anyway, he fell back asleep and as I needed to vent, I told my friend. Who sided with HIM AND SAID HE PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS WRONG. FUCKING REALLY?! Then she said, "he's sensitive, you were yelling," OF COURSE I WAS YELLING HE RAN OUT AT 10:00 FUCKING PM!!! So I called her a dipstick to express my stress and anger (but all my friends are over sensitive as fuck and whatever I say is wrong.) so of course she hung up on me and calls me a fucktard and a shithead because I called her a dipstick. NOT HYPOCRISY AT ALLL.
Whooo... I need to calm the fuck down I'm really fucking mad.
Anyway I'm watching spongebob with Aubrey so... Bye.
