Last week I babysat twice, after a decade-long hiatus, for some family friends.
And when I say decade-long, that's pretty much how long it's been, except for a few hours in CO watching a friend's daughter.
Luckily for me (and the kids), last week's adventures turned out to be fairly pain-free.
The toddler went to bed before his parents left both times. He would talk to himself and rustle around, but was otherwise great (and by great, I mean asleep).
The second night, I watched two four-year-olds, one a preschool playmate.
To sum up the experience, I was there to make sure they didn't choke to death and made it into bed safely.
The kids, Pippa and Wes, were pretty much self-sufficient. I washed their hair in the bath and tucked them into bed (after Wes asked me if it was time for bed yet), but was otherwise unnecessary.
They did guess that I was 35 years old though. Funny how skewed your idea of age is when you are young.
Honestly though, I was just a tad freaked out about sitting. If it wasn't for my inability to say "no," I might not have even done it.
Luckily I won the child lotto and ended up with a great few kids.
That doesn't mean that I plan to make this a regular occurrence though.
But as I told my mom afterward, my current motto in life is "will work for money."