Sorry, I had to. The Beatles are dominating my life right now, thanks to Penny Lane in Wilmington, NC. But seriously, though. I need "help!" every Tuesday that I have to babysit the Laird monsters. Really, though. They're usually bad, and today was no exception.
My day started with my alarm clock going off about 45 minutes before I wanted it to, and of course just as I got back to sleep, I had to actually get up. Getting to the Laird's is NEVER an easy feat, and today proved to be the same, as morning rush hour and downtown Dallas > Marybeth. Ever since my accident over the Trinity bridge about a month ago, I've been super
nervous to attempt to drive in traffic, and needing to be up in University Park by 9:30 am means not only do I need to leave my house by at LEAST 8:30, I also need to be ready to brave traffic, and awful drivers in downtown.
After about an hour of more games of Candy Land and Hi-Ho Cherry-O than anyone over the age of 7 would want to play in a week, Preston (the 4-year-old) is bored of board games and decides that he really wants to play with the sprinkler-hose. In the house. When I stop him (barely!) from getting the entire kitchen wet, I am met with a punch to the face and a "YOU'RE THE WORST BABYSITTER EVER!" temper tantrum. I finally calmed him down and entertained him by putting together about 5 60-piece puzzles (thanks for the idea Paolo!) until he tries to EAT a puzzle piece.
After the eating incident, I decide it might be time for lunch. All the kid will eat is mac and cheese, and luckily enough, when the twins come home, they're ok with that too. Of course, when I make it, they don't need napkins, thats what my shirt is for! My Stanford waterpolo shirt has seen better days.
As per PJ's idea, I decide now is the time to tire them out with 2 on 2 soccer. I told Preston he could be my teammate, which was greeted with, "Uhh, no thanks. You kinda suck at sports." Wow, thanks. So we run around for about an hour, and it finally seems like the kids are getting tired, with Katie kicks the ball as hard as she can at Elizabeth's head. I guess from 12 years of volleyball I still have some good hand-eye coordination because LUCKILY I was able to block the ball in time, but that didn't stop the fight that broke out between the two of them.
Nap time was great for about 10 minutes. I put the kids to bed, and start the other half of my job-- house keeping. Yeah, I didn't know thats what I was signing up for either, but whatever. So I open the dishwasher that I was told was ran that morning, and this is what I see. Okay, seriously? I know I'm all for saving the earth, but this is like... sad. What a waste of water! I was so appalled! Anyways, just as I was finishing up putting the 7 dishes away, the doorbell rings. Its the kids. They had snuck out of the house, and thought they were being funny. They weren't.
Other than me having to pry two of them apart for trying to "kiss on the lips" (umm YUCK) and Mrs. Laird (oh, didn't I say? Shes home the whole time. No idea why she needs a babysitter.) putting them in time out and them getting mad at me, we were able to get through most of the rest of the afternoon unscathed. As most people know, I'm a very picky eater. I don't eat ANYTHING. Well, for a snack, they all wanted organic wheat gluten-free rice cakes. Oh my god. I took one bite and gagged. No wonder Preston wanted to eat the puzzle piece, it had more flavor than this thing. It literally tasted like I was eating cardboard!
All and all, these kids aren't so horrible. Yes, they are not the nicest kids, and make me miss Seneca and Colter every day, but they're pretty darn cute when it comes down to it. And sometimes they do things to make your heart melt.
Until next time.
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