I'm babysitting today and tomorrow. Two kids.
I can't believe this is actually what I want.
Although, when we have our own kids, it won't have been all my idea, and Kevin will have to help, change diapers, hold one while the other one is on the potty, etc.
Today, though, thank goodness we have cats, although I'm not sure they'll ever forgive us for throwing them to the wolves.... well... to Rachel.
I cooked dinner tonight.
I made macaroni and cheese with little hotdogs chopped up in it. Gourmet, I know. But apparently that was too much detail, and the hotdog bits will have to be scrapped for future macaroni and cheese attempts. I put the water on to boil on the back burner with the pan handle towards the back of the stove. I turned around for one second, and when I turned back, Rachel was standing on her tippy toes trying to grab... I don't know... the bottom of the pan, or the burner, right where the blue flame was rushing up around the pan. I was so surprised I yelled at her and then put her in time out, but at least it got her away from the stove, right?
After a while she started playing with the cups on the table. She didn't want to drink her lemonade, so she dumped it into my glass. Um, that was not okay, but since I was trying not to sweat the small stuff (I mean, no one's hand was getting burned off), I didn't say anything and kept chopping the hotdogs. I had ignored Justin for long enough by this point that he was screaming and red in the face at this point-- and holding on to the front of the stove to stand up, which Rachel pointed out to me. So I picked him up, gave the noodles a stir, and turned around to put him down in the living room with his toys.
Rachel had left my glass (the one now full of lemonade) right on the very corner of the table, and when I turned around with Justin, I bumped it off the table. So at this point I have a screaming, red-faced child in my left arm, a barefoot 3-year-old trying to get out of the lemonade spilled on the floor (into the broken glass), the oven timer beeping at me that the noodles are ready, and myself barefoot in the middle of the kitchen.
Remind me again, why do I want children?
11 comments:
Ohhhh man! I'm sorry! I think babysitting is way tougher than having your own kids in a lot of ways. With your own kids, you have seen them grow and develop and have a much better sense of what they are capable of -- you know what things they will get into and can anticipate some problems. With my own kids, I know I can leave them in their room to play while I run to the bathroom; they're fine with that ... when I'm watching another person's kid, they find things to get into that I had no idea were possible! It's weird.
Anyway, besides the fact that your own kids are NOT generally that hard ALL the time (it's more of an endurance test, I'd say!), the reason you want kids is so you can write up all the stuff they do for your blog -- I mean, just look at this post! Lots of drama. ;-)
Good luck today!!
sounds hilarious!seriously you develop a sixth sense when you have your own, oh and you never use real glasses! no siree its plastic fantastic!And yes that means even for the mom! for a while ...at least thats what i tell myself and when they are your own invest in saftey gate things great for keeping them in or out of rooms! oh they joys!!!!
Sometimes when Cami is being crabby or wants to be held I have re-think a second child. I'm excited for when it will happen but sometimes am weary of the conseuqences it will bring.
pretty much every time I babysit (esp. those two), I feel like calling the doctor and re-ordering my birth control 3 months in advance, just to make sure I have enough to keep us child-less. Although, I'm sure, as Beth and Keri-anne have stated, that when you have your own, they won't be so hectic because a) your house will already be (specifically for your kid) baby proofed, and b) you'll be used to having the baby around. That's why they come so small and not mobile. (since I'm so experienced and all)
LOL! Yeah, sounds familiar, but luckily not that frequent in typical life I don't think. Ah Chelsea, you're going to make a PHENOMENAL mother! And babysitting is COMPLETELY different than having your own. Your little ones are up there waiting for you, and although I'm sure they'll drive you nuts at some points, they'll adore you and I'm sure the feeling will be mutual!
Funny! I have to admit that there are times when Charley gives me a really hard time and I turn to Richard and say "why are we doing this AGAIN?" I guess it's too late, because the next one will be here soon. You also have to remember that typically they only come one at a time, so you should be able to get used to the first before the next one comes along, and by then your pretty confident in your abilities. I seem to recall you laughing at me when my toddler dropped my cell phone in the toilet, well now it's my turn to laugh. HAHAHAHA! Anyways, I hope that you have a nice day. Your blog makes for fun reading.
Because sometimes they cuddle into your lap and just lay there so you can feel their softness and smell their sweetness.
I wonder if my future children are reading my blog....
Thankfully, your own children will not be born at the lemonade-pouring, burner-grabbing phase...or even the phase where you have to hold them while cooking dinner lest they become screaming and red-faced. Thankfully, they are born as sweet, floppy little blobs with tiny cries and frequent napping needs...long enough naps (at least) to make some great mac 'n' cheese (even WITH hot dogs!)
Love you, Chelsea! Thank you for the smile to end a long day on a good note. :)
Because when you put them to sleep they look so angelic that you fall in love with them all over again and are ready to start another crazy day.
Hey,
thanks for the suggestion about Emily, I sent her an invite!
Also, here is David Grigsby's new blog:
http://grigsbyfam.blogspot.com/
Thought you might be interested.
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