“It was great…except…”
Monday, April 30th, 2007For the first time - EVER - my husband and I had a teenaged babysitter on Sunday. We only just remembered about our friend’s 15 year old daughter, and we knew that she was responsible enough to care for our rugrats. When I asked her if she thought she could handle all three of them, she replied, “Oh sure. Just yesterday I had 5 kids - two five year olds, two three year olds and a one year old. No problem.”
“Good,” I told her, “because my three are about equal to five. We’re golden!”
She came and the kids had absolutely no problem with us leaving. After we spent three hours at the auction (during which we bought an AWESOME new sectional couch for only 160!! LOVE AUCTIONS!), we headed home.
“So, how was it?” I asked her.
“It was great…except…well…FS is a little bit..umm..hyperactive, don’t you think?”
At that point he came over and proudly told me, “I pooped!”
Thankfully it was in the potty that he pooped, but the entire experience made me realize how much special care he does truly need. I’m getting rather used to it as I do it on a daily basis, but if he’s enough to wear down a 15 year old, then I still have no idea how his biological mother will handle it if he goes home. She does not watch him very well and just assumes that everything will be okay - which is the entire reason he ended up in foster care, everything did NOT go okay.
Thankfully our babysitter loves us (or really wants the money - I’m thinking it’s the money) and said she would have no problem returning.
