Nightmares
Ouff this is the definition of babysitting nightmares! I’m in honestly the grossest house ever. So I ask, if you lived in the nastiest house ever where would you keep your cleaning supplies? I’m supposed to be watching a child but I’d rather be on my hands an knees scrubbing the floor. Too bad tho only thing close to something a can use to clean is a pack of baby wipes. I’m burning my clothes when I get home.
Not to mention the parents were in such a rush to leave that I got no instructions. Plus the girl doesn’t really like me all that much seeing as I’ve only seen her a handful of times so I’m still a stranger to her. Only seven more hours!
Is it bad that I’m considering faking my own death so I won’t have to babysit her again.
