The aftermath

For the majority of the day today I babysat my adopted children. No, I didn't get all crazy and decide that 3 kids just wasn't enough, and no, I don't need medication (I'm beyond medicinal help). I say adopted children because I love them like my own... "awe how sweet".

With that said, I watched my friend Amy's two kids, ages 5 & 2. One of which is Abrie's "boyfriend". I also watched my friend Emily's kids, ages 6 & 2. And if you add my kids to the equation, ages 4, 3, & 1, that adds up to be a whole lotta' kids in NOT a whole lotta' house.

Now usually when I'm babysitting I give the kids a little pep talk (for lack of a better word) about if we take a toy out then we need to put it back, no using normal everyday objects as weapons of mass destruction, and no it's not OK to jump off the bed and try to grab the fan and swing off of it...that sort of routine stuff. Well after the first hour or two we did OK following the rules but slowly and surely this started to change. My motto changed from "Do as I say" to "whatever gets broken can {hopefully} be fixed". I just decided to sit back and watch the chaos instead of trying to control the chaos.

When my friends came back to pick up the kids they found 4 happy kids in relatively the same condition they were dropped off in. There were only a few bumps and bruises and thankfully no severed limbs. I would say I did I pretty good job. Now I'm looking for a maid to come clean up the mess. I can't offer much in the form of payment except for maybe a stick of gum and a lotta love...any takers?