Bless Your Heart

Tonight I’m babysitting Davis (my friend Melissa’s baby). I called J to see if he’d bring me some dinner since I’m going straight from work. I feel like such a teenager, sneaking in a boy while babysitting. I remember putting the kids to bed then calling up the boyfriend. Then being a nervous wreck watching the clock making sure to get the boy back out of the house before Mr & Mrs Parent came home. I always thought it was a cool gig because there you are, in someone else’s house. You could watch whatever you wanted on tv, talk on the phone, etc. I always had such a great time with the kids too. And remember when getting $40-50 bucks at the end of the night felt like a fortune??