After all that's been going on, Chris and I needed a night out. We made plans for our neighbour's daughter to come over and babysit last night so we could go watch Harry Potter.
It was her first babysitting job ever so we had the kids in their jammies all set for bed. All she had to do was let them watch a show, read them stories and tuck them in. Simple right?
Ordinarily yes. Normally when we put the kids in bed it's lights out, end of story. Last night they decided to pull every trick in the book on the babysitter. Our three youngest darlings (heavy, heavy sarcasm here) decided that they wanted to make this poor girl's first babysitting experience a memorable one.
Quinn started complaining that his tummy hurt. Shannon said she didn't want to sleep alone and wanted a sleep over. Then Shannon needed water. Then Quinn didn't want to sleep by himself. Marin just followed along and cried and moaned.
Aidan, interestingly enough, just stayed in bed because he knew if he got out of bed he'd get into trouble.
When we got home at 9:30, all four kids were still awake and the poor girl was at her wits end.
Needless to say, the proverbial shit hit the fan.
We apologized profusely to the babysitter and then opened a can of whoop-ass on the kids.
This morning at breakfast we were still fuming. I had a big talk about choices, and making good, responsible choices versus bad choices. TV was taken away for the week. Quinn lost all of his 'good behaviour' tickets that he's been working to save for the last two months. Good times!
I just keep thinking to myself: "this is a teachable moment.... this is a teachable moment...."
Little buggers.
1 comment:
Oh dear. Poor babysitter. Poor you. I'll bet you're glad you came home at 9:30pm and not at 11:30.
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