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Feather's Adventures in Babysitting, Day 1

I suppose it does not bode well for me that today started off with a minor earthquake.

Yeah, I woke up in Jen's old room and the bed was shaking. Thus begins the Babysitting Schtick. Jesus help me.

It is 1:31 pm right now and I am going out of my mind. I've been up since seven, watching this kid since about eight when Bill and Laurie left for Africa, and I'm about to lose it. AND THERE ARE STILL NINE AND A HALF MORE DAYS OF THIS. Now the Witnesses are at the door and I'm afraid to go downstairs.

"Eric" is like Melissa when she was about nine except more neurotic, if that is at all possible. Thank you dear gods for tv and kids movies.

First he draws all over my good sketchbook. Then he throws two tantrums because he wants to go miniature golfing and/or bowling and/or to pizza hut, and I'm like, "No way. You are grounded from your bike, why would I let you ride it on a forty five minute ride over the highway to the other side of town just to make my life miserable? DEAL WITH IT, KIDDO."

Of course, it all sounds very dry and "so what?" written down in this journal.

I have to get through eight tonight when I can finally put this kid to bed. Hopefully there won't be any aftershocks or anything, to wake me up. My plan for tomorrow is:

A) Let him sleep as late as he wants.
B) Lots and lots of kids movies.
C) Some drawing paper (not mine) and crayons
D) More kids movies
E) A baseball bat for emergencies.

Wish me luck, men, it's back to the frontlines for me.