I guess you could consider me a professional babysitter because I babysit my baby everyday…. But I wouldn’t exactly pay me to watch yours.
The other day my friend Grace asked if I could watch her son Calvin. When she brought him over he was sleeping, so already I was doing a great job. But of course The Munch decided at that moment to start practicing her opera arias, so I had to take her outside so she didn’t wake him.
Now my watching Calvin has transformed into me peeking in on Calvin like a Peeping Tom to see if he had woken up yet.
I then remind myself of a time I asked my mom to babysit, and when I came to get her my mother was sleeping as The Munch played with her blocks on the floor, so I know that I am doing at least a better job than that.
But then I got a phone call… and I wanted to talk on the phone…
I answered and started chatting, but then Calvin woke up. I ran to him, and he just kind of looked at me and stretched. I did the complex task of taking him out of his car seat and putting him on the floor, and he started crawling around to play with The Munch.
Sure, I could have gotten off the phone…
Or I could have stayed on the phone and peered out the window like a reverse Peeping Tom to see when Grace was coming. When I saw her I quickly get off the phone so she would never know I spent the whole time watching her son lurking out the window and discussing potential Facebook status updates.