A Babysitting Adventure

In preparation for Mother's Day, I would like to share my babysitting experience from last night. I'm going to be watching two boys this summer and last night I watched them for the first time as a sort of test-run/acclamation period. It was a whirlwind of cut up hot dogs and diapers and super heroes. My favorite part of the night was when the 6 year old, Matty, began running around the house pretending to be a gorilla (this was after bath time, which meant he was still completely naked). Let's just say it's going to be an action-packed summer. The other little boy, David, was having a hard time sleeping because he's so congested. As I rubbed his back, changed his diaper, and gave him his breathing treatment, it occured to me that "mother" is a full time job and that Matty's long list of super heroes should definitely include his mom. When I returned home, covered in a variety of bodily liquids, smelling like diaper, and sporting a sore scalp from well-meant hair pulling, I was convinced that I was not meant to have children until I am well into my thirties.