For those of you who don’t know… I’m a preschool teacher… And lets face it… I make hardly anything. So, being young, and single, I got into the whole ‘babysitting thing’. I know in the long run, this contributed (wasn’t the only cause) of my weight gain. I mean, when you babysit, what do those kids eat? Pizza, sugary snacks, ice cream… You know… kid stuff. They don’t have to worry about gaining weight because their metabolisms are running circles around my own, right? Right…. And since I was there, I just ate with them…. bad mistakes, let me tell you.
So today was my ‘babysitting day’. Two families had asked me to babysit today, and the first job started at 7:30am! OMG! On a Sunday… that’s earlier then if I wanted to go to church (which I don’t because that’s not how I roll)! BUT, I planned ahead… I woke up early… made my coffee with MY creamer and Splenda, and I also had my breakfast at home and packed lunch, and a few healthy snacks, plus a bottle of water. I was ahead of the game.
Everything went well with the morning family… the kids are pretty self sufficent, and I took over one of my own Disney movies which they loved. I had my healthy snack, and then lunch… and then off to the next job….
This job… was not so easy. It’s not like I don’t like littler ones… In fact, I love babies, and littler ones… Just not so much together. Mainly because, kids around 2-3, require just about ALL your attention… and then a baby that’s about 6-9 months does as well. My downfall. In all actuality, the older child wasn’t so bad… he played on the computer and watched T.V., and only needed my help twice… The infant would not be content! Every five minutes the thing was crying, and fussing…. And I was doing everything I could to please it! I fed him, and I held him, I laid him down, played, rocked, changed… You name it, I did it. And then…. something happened.
I was coming down the stairs after changing the child for the second time, and my foot slipped. That’s right, I had an infant in my arms, and a slipped. Thankfully, I did NOT fall forway, but back, thus landing very hard on my now bruised and sore butt, and slidding down about 3 stairs. yes, I managed to stop myself… and though I felt like I’d broken a bone in my butt, that was not my concern. The baby was WAILING.
Of course, I did what anyone would do in my situation, I freaked! I started walking, and shushing, bouncing and soothing, all the while checking the child over to make sure nothing had happened to it during the fall (even though my arms never released it when I did fall). After a few minutes, the crying subsided, and all I discovered was a little red bump on his head where we bumped heads when we fell. Thank goodness.
Of course, even after the child calmed down it took all my wheel power not to break down myself. Could you blame me? I was scared out of my MIND!!! The other came home about 40 minutes later, and by this time the child had fallen asleep, and was resting well up in its crib. And no, I didn’t hide it from the mother… I told her, and she was worried, but I told her he seemed fine. I hope all is well. I think I’m going to call her…. right now.
Alright, I called, and the baby is FINE. What a relief! But to continue on with my story.. I was going to do my walking after babysitting, but after being so shook up, and just came home, had a break down, and then fell asleep. And when I awoke… being so upset I almost… ALMOST caved in to going to a fast food place… but! I didn’t! I had a little Lean Cuisine pizza instead, and added a bit of cheese to it, and now I’m not hungry, and I’m glad that I didn’t cave into my craving for salt and fat.
I know this is a weird blog, but I am kind of venting, and getting my worries out through here instead of attacking that pint of chocolate ice cream in the freezer… Thanks for reading!