I May Need Some Help Here ...
I am going to crazynurse's daughter's tonight for a special reason.
To take care of TheLittleMonster.
gothychick has him in one of those home-based daycares, and the "teacher" is taking tomorrow off, and she has nobody to watch TheLittleMonster.
So, having exhausted all possibilities with any actual childcare experience, she scrapes the bottom of the barrel, which falls out, which is where she finds me. "Auntywolf, you'd love to spend the day with TheLittleMonster, wouldn't you?"
Well, yeah. I would. And you did just give me a Playstation3. So, yeah. I'll babysit. What time to you have to leave for work?
"O400."
No shit? I'll stay over so I can sleep through the night and wake up when the kidlet does, okay?
Sure. See you Tuesday.
So, here it is, Tuesday.
I'm going to be leaving in probably about a half-hour, just to miss out on the traffic, and maybe it won't start raining before I get there.
I have watched three different "how to change a diaper" videos. That should be good, right?
And it will be easier than the last time I changed a diaper, which was cloth and involved pins and stuff. That was about 12 years ago, based on my hippie friend's youngest's age.
(note to self, pack rubber gloves)
See, I usually am not trusted by parents to do this until the sprogs are verbal and potty trained.
I may have to check in for advice ... I at least know that I'm supposed to tuck MrWinky down. gothychick mentioned that last night. I really should have asked her to give me some guided instruction before B(aby)-Day.
I figure that my biggest hurdle will be making sure that I remember to set the child safety gate at the top of the stairs.
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