Saturday, December 15, 2012

Rashes, vomit, cat puke, dog poop.
And coffee.
lots and lots of coffee.
Lord, help us.

This is my "I've been up since 6 am with vomiting children" look. It's complete with the clothes I slept in, yesterday's make-up, the biggest coffee mug I could find, unbrushed teeth, and a smile. (because honestly, laughing is the only way to look at these situations.)
My friend and I are tag team babysitting, around the clock (give or take a night where the grand parents are sweeping in to save the day) until Monday when she heads to school and I head out to yet another nannying job. So far the weekend has been full of pee, poop, vomit, mac & cheese, and nerf gun battles. We're babysitting three boys, so the typical agenda, I guess.
I always leave these type of jobs with 2 things
1) A crap ton of funny stories
2) An overwhemling desire to call my mother and apologize for my entire childhood
Okay I'm kidding about that second one, kind of. Stay tuned if you want more tales from the poop, pee, and vomit diaries.