The Life of a Baby-Sitter

Being a baby-sitter is not easy. It is the trial before becoming a mom, I can guaratee I am one of the best baby-sitters in town, but I am not ready to be a mother.
When my alarm clock goes off at 5:45 am so I can go baby-sit at 6:45 am, my soul hurts, oh it does. The thought of dirty diapers and sleepy kids make me just want to go right back into my bed, but the stories, oh the stories I have to tell...
Right in the morning hearing a 7 year old yell out of the bathroom for you, it's not the most joyful sound.
"TEHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR"
"wHAT???? Just move it we have to go to school!!!!!"
"Tehuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr"
"Whattttttttttttttttt??????"
" Come hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
(Tehur goes, mumbling under her breath of how she will be late to work and scared, oh so scared of what she will find)
And scared should she be...
In the bathroom is a 7 year old holding on to a soaked in poop and pee and water toilet paper roll...
"It fell in the toilet, can you throw it out??? Here take it."
What else could I do... Held it with two fingers and with my grossed out face threw it away.
What else could I do...I laughed under my breath, inside I was wanting to burst into a wild laughter, never did I imagine that holding on to a soeaked in poopy roll of paper would be the outcome of my mornings after working in a company all executive like, dealing with men and clients, now I have my tiny costumers with real needs and wild imaginations. All they ever want is for me to play, build car tracks and make plane sounds. To sit on the floor and read stories on a rainy day.
And that executive world, with the men in their impecable suits and freaky ties, seem a million worlds away. The yelling clients and the stress are like a dream I once had and the high heels and manicured nails are just old pictures.
All it matters now is that I can finger paint and kiss a boo boo better and maybe if the rain won't go away a big mug of hot cocoa.
And that my friends is all that matters to me on my daily basis.
Eevn though I am not ready to be a mom, I would never trade my dirty diapers and car tracks back for that world of adulthood, from that I want distance.
I rather draw rainbows, thank you very much!