First it was my favorite little kiddo's- Zacharooni and Liv.
I babysat them for my senior year and the summer.
3 or 4 days a week right after school until dinner.
Easiest job, with awesome hours, no weekends, great paychecks and even greater kids.
I spent my first weekend home from college with them.
Then my parents took a vacation and I watched my crazy brothers and a little bit of babysitting of Fin and Tuck.
It was actually fun to be able to hang out with them with no one nagging us to clean up or read and whatever.
I did a lot of carpooling and got really used to being a car, that's for sure.
And now I am currently house/dog sitting.
Now I know that doesn't sound like the first two but it totally is.
This is the most high maintenance dog I've ever seen.
Because my aunt is single, the dog is her family and man, is he spoiled.
Then because of this, I haven't been able to hang out with Mike so I had to fit him in this week since he only has 20 days left until he leaves. So I went with him on Tuesday to the Bee's game and then to get his missionary pictures done.
How handsome is that boy? He cleans up nicely if I do say so myself. But then the next day we went from looking like that to this..
This poor kid had his wisdom teeth out. Such a fun time. (If he doesn't get swollen, I'll be so upset. Let me introduce you to my grand times with wisdom teeth...)
Cute right? That wasn't even the worst of it either...
So then I had to babysit him too. Granted he was miles easier to handle then the previous 5 kids and a dog. It was pretty funny when I first got there and he was a little loopy and his mouth was filled with gauze. He got a little upset. But he was bleeding a lot and hadn't eaten in over a day and they broke his tooth. I'd be angry too. But he's fine now. Just as good as new.
Anyways, I've been all bugged about the constant babysitting until today when I got my reality shock. And I remembered that babysitting meant a little more taste of living on my own. Parents are controlling and psycho. I don't know why they freak out and treat my like I'm ten and think I can't handle myself. Also, they forget I lived away from them for a year. If I was going to get in trouble I would have done it already. Here goes 3 and a half more months like this. Oh boy...
Wish me luck.
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