A Babysitter's worst nightmare

Monday.  Usually that word feels me with dread.  I absolutely despise Monday's. . . at least during the school year.  They represent such a horrible thing. . . the beginning of yet another week of school.  Unless of course, I start out the week with an english class.  :)

Anyways, this Monday, I was looking forward to sleeping away the whole day.  We had no school, I have no life. . . it was perfect.  Until I get a phone call last night from my favorite family, the Lemke's.  I babysit them all the time, and they are the cutest little family, I absolutely adore them.  So, as you can imagine, I was pretty happy to get a call from them last night.  I mean, hanging out with some really sweet, and really crazy kids, and getting paid for doing it?  I'm there!  Unfortunately, it turned out to be a Trojan Horse.  She wasn't calling because her husband and her were going on a date, no, she was calling to ask me to babysit at 8:45 in the AM.  8:45 is like my version of a five in the morning.  So, I wasn't to psyched about heading over there, but I really do love them, and I can't afford to lose their business.  That's really my only source of income right now.

Well, I got up this morning, I got dressed and I headed out the door.  And let me tell you, it was FREEZING!!!  I mean, I was wearing a scarf and a jacket and I was soooo cold!  Yet, I walked to their house, walked in the door and listened to my instructions.  Then, Sister Lemke was out the door and I was left alone.

Everything went great for almost the whole time.  Then, disaster struck.  Jase is their youngest boy.  He can get really physical and he's tried on multiple occasions to best me at wrestling, but, I'm still better :)  However, this time, he wasn't aiming for me, he was aiming at his younger sister, Lizzie.  He hit her too.  He had tossed a hard, plastic ball at her and it had clipped her shoulder with one intense sound.  (Which I can't really spell so. . . you're out of luck.)

Well, Lizzie began screaming her lungs out and writhing around on the floor, which is of course exactly when her mother came in through the door.  I was bent over the top of her, trying to get a look at her shoulder to make sure nothing was too wrong with it, and I'm sure it looked bad.  Thankfully, she calmed Lizzie down and made Jase apologize before telling me that Lizzie had been really acting up lately.  They'd been in an airport not too long ago and Lizzie had thrown the biggest temper tantrum right in the middle of it.

I have to admit, that confession made me feel a little better, but it was still one of the worst babysitting experiences I've ever had.  :)