I think that's it's clear by this point that I do not like babies: at all. They smell and are way to rambunctious. I could make a list but it would take too long. Babies and kids love me, I don't know why but they do.
This is the first weekend that Ben hasn't been here and my parents, only God knows why, still had the other babies come over. Three kids and two adults. This seems fine except that my dad works the nights and they're always busy.
All day today, one of them has attached herself to me like I'm her property. It all started when I said that she could do next to me which continued throughout the day without a renewed invitation. I could cope for a little while but it gets tiring.
From that kind act of sitting with her, the most kindness she's received from me for her while existence, apparently meant that I would watch all three of them! I don't have, nor do I plan on anytime soon or at all, a baby, so why am I watching them? I'm as single as they come, so I hope I don't any kids of my own. If I don't like them and have never watched one before, what makes me qualified to watch them? I cringe and run away if they start to cry. I personally don't see what about that makes anyone want me around their children.
I wasn't asked to watch them, it was just an expectation. That may be normal for the average family, but I don't deal with them. I take care of myself as best I can. I think I'm on the line of survivor mode. I used to just worry about myself because no one else would, and I haven't fully left that mode. I'm working on it.
I'm a little angry that I had to watch them. I'll get over it because I know that it's hard on my parents that Ben isn't here, an that's partially my fault for letting them know what he was up to, and one kid is annoying... I mean hard enough to take care of let alone three. I hope I can escape them next weekend. Just saying.
The picture is old but it's the only picture I could find that was blog worthy.
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