I am really dragging right now. My mom hired me out a couple weeks ago to baby sit yesterday night for a family at our church. (She usually asks me first, but she forgot this time, heh.) So, I get there around 8, expecting their 6 year-old, 4 year-old, and not ever 1-year old to be tucked and bed and snoozing peacefully. Wishful thinking. The two oldest were fine, but poor Issac bawled for about 45 minutes. Thankfully, I am a really thick-skinned, crusty guy (that just means I am the oldest of 9) so it didn't bother me at all, and soon he discovered his thumb and was quiet. Bedtime was easy, thankfully, for all of them...at 9:30. I was thinking, "Good grief, I should be going to be in an hour!" Anyway. The parents (the Snapps. Annie Slaughter knows them) didn 't come back until midnight. So I read some Calvin and watched about 6 episodes of Dukes of Hazzard (which Calvin would love, heh) until they got home. Everything is good, we chat for an hour, I get $40 and leave at 1 AM.
Then...I had to go to work at 8:00 AM in the morning. Need I say more? That Doffee mixture is looking mighty good right now, heh. I will sleep well tonight. :-)
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