My nephew should be starting a new daycare/after school program next week, but during the transition my Lil Sis still needed a babysitter for him. She asked my Dad, and he agreed, but we all knew that really meant I would be the one doing it.
See, I work for my Pops so basically I got paid to babysit. Not a bad gig, especially if you like the kid you're watching & I just so happen to love my nephew.
For the past three days he was here with me until about 5ish when I get off from work and dang it, I'm exhausted! Truth is he wasn't even that much trouble, mostly playing on the computer, watching TV or playing with his toys.
I took him outside to play yesterday and within 5 minutes he says "I think this is perfect weather for the DS." and then proceeded to go inside to get his DS so I didn't even have to run after him.
The only thing I can figure is that I'm tired from all the talking. He's little Mr. McChatty, and when I'm the only one in the house with him I was blessed with ALL the conversation.
You may have seen some of my best moments noted on FB such as when he said:
"BTW, I have to go poop." in the middle of a conversation and then promptly went upstairs.
or "You're just being 'health-ful'." I asked him why I was being 'healthful' thinking maybe he noticed all the fruit I was eating. Nope. I was being 'healthful' because I wouldn't let him play on the computer. He meant to say hateful.
or yesterday when he was watching Teen Titans & they had a monster of some sort on there. He ran over to tell me about it and excitedly said it was "terrified". "So he was scared of the Teen Titans?" I asked. "No he was scary." "OH, so he was 'terrifyING'?" "Yeah he was terrified!"
All the talking was truly exhausting when I'm usually here by myself but I think I've narrowed it down and found the real reason why I'm so tired. Everyday I faced with goldfish crackers, gummy bears, french fries, peanuts, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches - all mocking me & testing my willpower.
You don't know how hard it was to throw away the popcorn chicken he didn't eat because he doesn't "like little chicken".
Or maybe you do know.
Kudos to all you mothers of small kids. You are my new heroes.