Mrs. Cullen: The Sitter

Dear Friends,

I hate kids. Really, I do. That’s exactly how I started my post a few days ago. But then I stopped because I realized I had nothing interesting to say. So I pressed save and decided to wait a few days, in case something interesting happened. And sadly yes, something did happen. But more about that later. Last week I found myself babysitting. I get home to sleep after taking my last final (YAY) and next thing you know I get a phone call asking if I could start babysitting. I said yes? I don’t know why. But I was thinking about getting another job for the summer. Sigh. I don’t really like kids. My sister is the one who would always be holding random babies. Not me. I don’t even like holding ones I know. And its not just babies. I don’t like toddles, or kids or children or teens or yeah you get the point.

But next thing you know, next day comes and I am changing two diapers, making formula (milk) and deciding if I want to go with Banana or Potato baby food for breakfast. Sigh. It’s not bad though. I even know how to put the kids to sleep. I am babysitting two kids. One is a boy, two years old and his younger sister who is one. They have an older sister (age seven) but she is at school most of the time. Except yesterday. Yesterday she stayed at home because she wanted to hang out with the cool babysitter; me. We watched Barbie Thumbelina. Yay.

As I was driving to my cousin’s house from babysitting today, I was thinking about the nasty diaper I had to change today. I always thought that kids were a pain in the—BUT now I was sure. They are so annoying. They are so demanding. All they do is cry and eat. Blah blah blah. I decdided I didn’t want to have kids for a loooooong time.

I got to my cousins house and we were looking at her beaaaaaautiful wedding invitations (really, they are amazing, thanks to God). Ten minutes later we get a phone call with someone screaming and crying and going crazy. It was my cousin. Something was wrong and she needed us to come to her house. As soon as we got there we saw her waiting on the drive way with her 18-month-old son. He hurt himself. The white towel she was holding was soaked with blood. She was panicking. I drove her to the hospital as she filled us in. She was cooking, he was playing and a chair fell on him? I really don’t know if that’s what really happened..she couldn’t even remember her phone number when they asked for it at the hospital.

Anyway we took her to a small hospital by the house. Turns out its an “Urgent Care” and not an “Emergency Care” hospital. So they could help us, but not do much? Turns out they didn’t even have a freaking X-Ray machine. What hospital doesn’t have an X-Ray machine??? I’ll tell you…..Urgent Care hospitals. Don’t ever go to one of those.

Yours for the sake of Peace and Motherhood,

Mrs. Cullen