sitting on babies with a fireplace poker at my side By Catherine on 3/31/2007 11:27:00 PM
There really is nothing scarier than hearing weird noises while you're home alone with three kids who aren't yours in a big drafty house with very little furniture. Add to the equation that you have more affection for these kids than a good portion of your family, the noises keep happening, and you don't know the code to the house alarm.This is why I have the fireplace poker handy. If I really have to hurt someone, I will. Or I'll grab the baby and the smaller child and barricade myself in the biggest one's room with the phone AND the poker. I really wish the Dr. Duo would get home. I keep checking the girls like they're going to be gone when I go up there. I'm not usually a spaz when I babysit-- hell I yank teeth and clean poop and still smile and sing the sunshine song.
Intruders, however, are another story. If I pretend he's the giant parasite from Silent Hill, I'll be fine.
I think maybe the hero in that game had a fireplace poker at one point, too.
I'm starting to think I need to be tranquilized for this paranoia...
Labels: babysitting, unfunny