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don’t call me. i have plans.

In about me, childfree, heh, manners on July 6, 2011 at 2:22 pm

just because i was clever enough not to have kids in the interest of my own freedom, doesn’t mean that i have nothing to do.

you can’t call me up asking if i can babysit in 20 minutes. i’ll probably have plans.

don’t ask me if i can babysit so that you can make your friday night date, in desparation to find yourself a new babydaddy. i already have plans.

don’t swing by my place with the hopes of dropping your kid off for ‘1/2 an hour’ while you go to the dentist. i was just about to run some errands.

i don’t spend all of my childfree time sitting around on my duff (just some of it). i make plans. i see people. i do stuff.

i don’t want to make friends with anyone at the playground.

In about me, awkward, childfree, heh on June 25, 2011 at 4:34 am

i rarely find myself being asked to babysit. i’m pretty much a last resource in my family (although if any of them knew about this blog i’m sure i’d never be allowed to see any of those kids again!). so when i do find myself in that situation i’m pretty much stymied for things to do.

what on earth do kids do?

hot tip!! it turns out the park is a fail safe.

personally, i don’t mind it too much. unless it’s cold. or there’s a lineup for the swings (why is it that if i get there first i’m not allowed to enjoy some swing time. kids.)

inevitably there’s a small huddling of lonely, bored parents there. they take their kids out to the park only to get them out of their hair. now i’m an entrepreneur. my livelihood depends pretty much solely upon my networking capabilities. but i just can’t force myself to talk to parents at the park.

do i really have anything in common with them? the small talk will inevitably revolve around whose kids are whose, and how cute/funny/silly/smart/talented they are. gak.

so instead i sit there watching the one kid i came there to watch – never taking my eyes off her lest she should fall and break her femur or pop her collar bone out of joint. and when the parents smile at me like they want to branch out and try to have a life, new friends, someone new to gripe to, i just look the other way.

because when i’m looking for new friends i want to make sure we’ve got some of the same values from the get go.

the secret to babysitting is…

In awkward, childfree, heh, lessons learned on June 12, 2011 at 6:57 pm

well i just spent a joy-filled evening babysitting my dear niece and nephew. don’t get me wrong. i adore them and would do just about anything in the world for them (that explains the babysitting gig). but the night was less than idea. as is so often the case with the beh-behs.

the youngest one gave threw a fit because he wanted his parents to stay home. as a result he refused to move from between the couch cushions all night and shot the stink eye my direction the whole evening.

the older one complained that she was bored but didn’t want to do anything i suggested. harumph.

so i gave up trying. we watched shows and ate popcorn and chips. i guess, after all, that’s what being a fun aunt is about – letting them do what they’d like to do.

here’s where i leak the big secret:

you can pit the kids against each other. no matter what it is they don’t want to do, all you have to say is, ‘last one there’s a rotten egg!’.

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