This is the blog where I speak on not being able to find a babysitter. Dang – what is with these kids today? It’s a simple gig: keep Elly and Sara alive for 4 hours. That’s really it.
I will have fed them, and laid out thier jammies. I will have their teeth brushed and the will be doped up with Disney Princesses by the time you get here. Just let them finish the movie, read them a book and put them to bed in the first hour that I am gone, and then watch whatever movie you want until I get back. It’s like one hour of work then some serious ME time. It’s like my dream job. Why isn’t it yours, Teens of America?
Bonus: you get to raid my fridge, and there is some serious good Chinese in there, sometimes there’s even cake.
Why is it SO hard to find a nice, homely, responsible girl willing to sit on my couch for 4 hours? I must be looking in the wrong places. Church isn’t even cutting it lately. No. Available. Teens…?…!
Let me know if you are available tomorrow night.