I quit.

So I realize i haven't chronicled the wonderful adventures of my babysitting life in a while. However this weeks events seem to top all.

Monday I babysat the kids. I picked them up from the rec center, made the dinner, eventually got them to go to bed. Although for atleast an hour after I went downstairs it sounded like a carnival up there, but I figured I would just let them tire themselves out by whatever raucous they were causing.

Four A.M. comes and I am awoken by the crying and yelling little girl. I looked at my cell phone and was not too pleased by what time it was for her to be up. I get up and try walking her back to her room, just to hear the little boy yell " Ashleyyy...I threw up in my bed"  So not only were both kids up at 4 in the morning I then had to clean up throw up.

As if that wasn't bad enough the little girl continued crying because she missed her father for the next hour. Its hard when they don't see him enough and I never know really what to say to make her feel better. After an hour of trying to calm her down I text her Dad to see if he would talk to her.  He calls and in an angry voice barks at me to put her on the phone. With no compassion whatsoever he sternly told her to go to sleep.

We hang up the phone, I re-tuck her in, and within ten minutes she was sprinting to the bathroom throwing up too.

So brutal. The poor kids. I spent the next few hours cleaning up and trying to help the kids. I told them if they were sick they didn't need to go to school in the morning, that their Dad would understand.

He came home at 8 A.M and the first thing he said was "Welll..they don't look that sick".


UGGHHHH..He would know if he had spent the last 4 hours cleaning up their throw up. RUDE.