My granddaughter Faith came to me a month ago and asked if I would help her babysit. She wanted to do it full-time as she is home-schooled and needs some money. I said I would. Big mistake.
About an hour after I agreed to help her I actually thought about it. Did I want to start getting up early when it takes me two hours to feel normal? Did I want the responsibility of someone's child and all that entailed? Did I want to be playing with Play Doh, making cakes in an Easy Bake Oven, or building with Lego? All over again? After I did it with my kids and my grandkids for many years?
No.
And I could'nt babysit like this guy so my blogging would suffer!
A few days later, I told Faith I thought I had made a mistake. I was too old and tired, I just wouldn't be able to handle children any more. Faith said, "You'll be fine Grandma." (She says this to me about everything. Everything is always going to be fine.) "Anyway, we already put the ad in the paper."
I went right to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and started praying, "Lord, please don't let anyone call, ever." And he didn't.
Now Faith is all into Avon Cosmetics. She is going to help her mom and get paid. They pulled the ad and I am off the hook. Yipeee! I feel like throwing a retirement party for myself!
(I know I sound all wimpy and weak-willed because I couldn't just say no. That's because I am.)
