We had a new babysitter over the other day to introduce her to the kids. That was our first mistake.
We should have locked her in to a specific date without a visual of the children in question, and then just run for it the moment she arrived.
But no, I was trying to be a good parent by letting her meet the kids ahead of time. I gave them a little lecture prior to her showing up about how they needed to behave.
I'm not sure what they were listening to, but it wasn't my 'behave or die' speech.
All three of them were sitting there like little angels until the doorbell rang. Then all hell broke loose.
As I was trying to introduce the new babysitter, the boys started punching each other with wide sweeping left and right crosses.
Then they started running around and around the house (I instantly regretted that open concept floor plan). At one point my son was hanging over the end of the couch while the other one slapped his butt vigorously.
I was trying not to die of embarrassment. I was attempting to convey to the kids with a series of complicated facial expressions that they needed to start behaving yesterday but surprisingly they didn't seem to understand me.
I started stammering that they weren't usually like this and that she just needed to get to know them, although I was beginning to wonder if that was ever going to happen after this little display.
I tried to get things under control by telling them to get ready for bed. My youngest immediately stripped and began running naked around the house. I was glad we were starting to see some control happening.
When the door closed behind her, I rested my head on it for a few moments. I was speechless. I wasn't sure what had just happened!
I was only clear on two things. One: we need to get out a lot more and hire babysitters every night of the week so the novelty wears off, preferably immediately, and Two: this was never going to happen because word would spread to every person of eligible babysitting age that my kids were irredeemably insane. Fabulous!
We should have locked her in to a specific date without a visual of the children in question, and then just run for it the moment she arrived.
But no, I was trying to be a good parent by letting her meet the kids ahead of time. I gave them a little lecture prior to her showing up about how they needed to behave.
I'm not sure what they were listening to, but it wasn't my 'behave or die' speech.
All three of them were sitting there like little angels until the doorbell rang. Then all hell broke loose.
As I was trying to introduce the new babysitter, the boys started punching each other with wide sweeping left and right crosses.
Then they started running around and around the house (I instantly regretted that open concept floor plan). At one point my son was hanging over the end of the couch while the other one slapped his butt vigorously.
I was trying not to die of embarrassment. I was attempting to convey to the kids with a series of complicated facial expressions that they needed to start behaving yesterday but surprisingly they didn't seem to understand me.
I started stammering that they weren't usually like this and that she just needed to get to know them, although I was beginning to wonder if that was ever going to happen after this little display.
I tried to get things under control by telling them to get ready for bed. My youngest immediately stripped and began running naked around the house. I was glad we were starting to see some control happening.
When the door closed behind her, I rested my head on it for a few moments. I was speechless. I wasn't sure what had just happened!
I was only clear on two things. One: we need to get out a lot more and hire babysitters every night of the week so the novelty wears off, preferably immediately, and Two: this was never going to happen because word would spread to every person of eligible babysitting age that my kids were irredeemably insane. Fabulous!
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