The other night while chatting online with my cousin we started talking about babysitting.
Aww the good ole' babysitting days.
I miss them.
And I'm not going to lie I sort of miss the cash.
I always loved babysitting because babies are snuggly when you rock them, you become super cool if you let a five-year old stay up 10 minutes past their bedtime and playing with Barbies is a requirement. Oh, how I miss Barbie and her fabulous dream house.
I had a family that I regularly babysat for for during my freshman year of high school right before they moved away. They had 4 children all under the age of 5.
God Bless that mom.
They were from England and just the sweetest family you'd ever meet. I always said yes when they called despite the fact 4 kids is a handful and I'd be consuming a lot of Teletubbies on those Friday nights, but who can resist a 2-year old telling you "cheerio!"
This family holds my most memorable babysitting memory.
On the first night I babysat for them mom gave me a grand tour, a list of phone numbers and on her way out the door said, "There's one more thing!"
"Here's the key to the bathroom...the youngest drinks out of the loo."
And they weren't lying.