My First Babysitting Experience - A Horror Story

First I would like to introduce todays cast:                                                                            

                                                                                                                             Cody: 11 years                                                                                                                     Zack 9.                                                                                                                      Sophia: 6 years.                                                                                                        Olivia: 3 years.                                                                                                       Lucy: 2 years.                                                                                                        Jake: 3 months.

       Ok, so last week my Grandma had been graced with the joy of babysitting her six grandchildren.  Sadly, she was also being visited by the toothache fairy.  That would, of course, impair her ability to keep the children from dying a gruesome death, so she asked me and my sister to come with her.  Since I'm the kinda person that has nothing to do on Friday nights, I agreed.  

Big mistake.

I don’t babysit very often, meaning I had a very wrong idea about it.  I though babysitting would be making adorable crafts and reading them sweet bed-time stories before they slip into a blissful slumber. 

No.  

It’s more like running around in constant panic screaming things like “Don’t touch that!!” Or “Settle down!!” and “NO BITING!!!”  

 I said the last one more than I should have had to. 

I should have known from the start how it would be. 

I'm an amazing artist, right?

"WANNA GO PLAY IN DA DIRT?!?" Sophia screamed as she ran into my arms.
Apparently, their entire back yard is dirt (they needed to level it out to put their trampoline there safely.)
After jumping on the trampoline for an hour, which was in their driveway, we decided to go inside.
Zack and Cody decided to hide out in the basement and watch some ridiculous Disney TV series called "Dog With a Blog."

While my Grandma and I set to making PB&J's,  my sister  hushed baby Jake, or at least attempted to.

"NO! I want chocolate milk" Sophia protested the awful idea of drinking plain milk.

     I fetched her gourmet cow juice and sat down to eat my sandwich with them.

"Ah dun" Lucy attempted to wriggle out of her highchair. 
“No you’re not” I pointed at her food. 

“OUT!” She screamed. 

“Let her go” Grandma said.  And if Grandma says.....

I didn’t really care whether or not she ate, as long as she didn’t start crying that she was hungry later.

After letting the children destroy the house for about thirty minutes I corralled Sophia and Olivia to the bath, and sat the others in front of the TV (No, Dog With a Blog today.  I picked out a classic, Cinderella.)

I peeled off their mud splattered clothing and filled up the bathtub with warm water. 

“It’s to hot” Olivia protested when I tried to put her in.
“Ok”  I put more cold water in.
“It’s too cold now”
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me. 

“No it isn’t” I grabbed her and plopped her into the water before she could protest.
After crying for a short while she realized that I wasn’t listening and began to splash Lucy instead. 

Lucy, being the smart girl she is, decided that her best bet to win the splashing-wars would be to turn on the jets (Ok maybe she just accidentally pushed the button but it’s possible.) 

“NOOOOO!!!” I pushed her hand away.  It was too late. Before I knew what was happening there was water flying ever-where.

AHHHHHH!!!!!

  

My face was being drenched with lukewarm (and moldy, due to the lack of use the jets get) water.
“TURN IT OFFFF!!!! TURN IT OFFFFFF!!!” My Grandma screamed.
“I CAN’T!!! WHERE IS THE BUTTON?!?!” I fumbled for the button.

While we were panicking, Olivia got scared out of the tub, and was then running down the hall dripping wet, and naked. 

After what seemed like forever, I FINALLY hit the right button.
Silence. 

 Laughter.

“What happened? I could here you guys screaming downstairs.” My sister appeared in the doorway. 

Not exactly knowing myself, I didn’t reply. 

“GOTCHA” I grabbed Olivia’s wrist as ran past the door. 

Standing up, I surveyed the damage.

 The entire, and I mean ENTIRE, bathroom was soaked.
All four walls, the floor, and even ceiling were dripping wet. 

*sigh* 

“Get drying” My Grandma threw me a towel.
I got Olivia back into the tub and wiped up (most of) the mess.

Three hours, and four breakdowns (all my own) later, we were released of our babysitting duties. 

"Did our little angels behave?"
"Oh yes, they were simply perfect!"

The question is...was it worth it? 

Until next time ~Meghan 
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