So I am going to make a conscience effort to post on a more regular basis. You could say it's one of my New Year's Resolutions. Although if you said that you would be wrong, because I didn't make any resolutions this year. If you don't bother making any, then you have nothing to feel guilty about at the end of the year, right? Okay maybe I am on my own with that thinking, but that's alright. So anyway I thought I would share how I rang in the new year. Jon ALWAYS has to work New Year's Day (and be at work before 7am) so it has been a while since we have gone out to do anything. That being said, I didn't feel too bad about accepting a babysitting job that night. I figured maybe it would be a good sign to ring in the new year making money. Anyway, I have FINALLY realized (after years and years of babysitting) that when parents tell you what time they will be back they are totally bullshitting you. I don't blame them, asking someone to sit til 11:30 or 12 sounds way better than asking someone to sit in your dark quiet house til 1am.
I don't mean to complain too much, I appreciate the babysitting opportunities I get and none of the kids I watch are holy terrors, so it's not so bad. But sitting on New Year's Eve was a new experience for me. The parents (2 sets, I had 5 kids) went to a party 2 houses down, so I certainly could have gotten them to come home if the need had arisen. I didn't have any issues until after I rang in the New Year by myself on a stranger's couch. My evening went something like this:
12:0am Happy New Year!
12:01am Surely they will be home soon, they told me they would...
12:05am Jon calls to tell me Happy New Year. I tell him I think I will be home in about 20 minutes. Ha.
12:16am There is nothing on TV.
12:25am I can't stand Ryan Seacrest (nor do I care if I just misspelled his name).
12:35am What is that beeping?
12:43am It's still beeping.
12:47am Okay, where are they?
12:59am Countdown again for the Central Time Zone.
1:05am Surely they will be home soon. (Ha again.)
1:12am That 2ft Santa figure by the tree is totally freaking me out.
1:17am Man what do they set their heat on, Arctic chill?
1:23am Still beeping.
1:35am Seriously, I think Santa just moved. Better not look away, he might take the opportunity to run and jump on the couch and start hitting me with the stick he is holding.
1:43am Totally freezing. Teeth might start chattering.
1:45am Parents arrive home, I get paid.
Happy New Year!
