Where do I begin?
This fucking cold is slowly trying to kill me. I've not had a decent night's rest since Monday. So today, I only got maybe 3 hours of sleep between the groggy bouts of coughing and pain.
What a lot of you all don't know is that, I have a small job on the side from my typical waiter
gig. I babysit during the evening for my friend during the week. The next parts will make more
sense now.
Everything was fine until I got to the last hour or so of work. The munchkin I watch decided it'd be a good idea to store a carton of milk in his backpack, and decided he'd drink it later. That was two days ago, today he remembered he had it.
When he found the half empty carton at the bottom of his backpack, which he dumps the rest of the spoiled milk out when he pulls out the carton. So, instead of doing the sensible thing, and taking his backpack to the kitchen, he dumps it out on the carpet and starts putting his things on the end table next to him.
So, I make him put the stuff back in, and to take it to the porch, while I get on the pc with his mom to try and figure out what I'm to do. She asks me to clean his jacket (which was in his backpack), only she doesn't tell me how to use her washing machine, or where her detergent is (I've never done laundry before x.x) OR tell me what to use to get up the milk in the carpet. Furthermore, she's unable to respond in a timely manner due to having to be ninja with her phone activities while on the clock, so all this pans out at a snails pace. I'm panicking, so I call my sister...
Who has left her damn phone with her ex-boyfriend, instead of having it on her, like she was supposed to. So I try calling my other sister to see if she's with her. No answer. So I call my brother, he gets mad irate with me, saying she's home, and then hangs up on me. It takes about 10 minutes for my sis to get down the hill to see what I need. By this point, I'm already getting frustrated as hell, so I tell her what's going on, and ask her for help, she says she has to get back home and cook.. So she goes back home and I'm back at square fucking one.
Then the munchkin comes back from his friend's house, he tells me that he was eating a jawbreaker and nearly choked on it. He knows damn well he isn't supposed to have hard candy like that, so now I'm trying to figure out how to tell his mom, who's already stressed to the point of being physically ill over spoiled milk, that her son nearly choked to death on a piece of candy he wasn't supposed to have.
*takes a deeep breath*
About two minutes into my speech about how he should have known better than to do that, his father shows up. I'm sitting there talking to him about the spoiled milk and asking him if he could help me clean it up, when the munchkin excitedly exclaims to his father he nearly choked to death on said piece of candy... before I even had a chance to mention it.
.... So I explain to his dad what's going on, he kindly helps me clean his boy's jacket and calls their mom to find out which towels I can use to clean up the milk (She's anal about that <.< which towel to clean shit with) and I asked him if he could break the jawbreaker incident to her a little later when she's had a chance to calm down a bit, cause if I'd told her on messenger, she'd have snapped.. So after the brainless little fucker heads home, complaining about his throat hurting, I finally retire home to vent.
Oh, and I have to get up at 8 in the morning to watch him again.
