I have this new babysitting gig. [p.s. i’ve submerged myself in the realm of sitting on babies again to pay rent and keep me on my toes.]
So, this new gig is at the yoga studio down the street on every other Saturday morning.
I woke up this morning and ran around the apartment more worse for the wear than usual; fumbling over coffee grounds and washing my bangs in the sink [a priceless trick my friend, al, taught me].
And then I cursed. Out loud.
I forgot I was supposed to supply books and toys for the kids who’s parents are getting all limber.
I forgot to go to the library and get books.
I forgot to find some hand-me-down toys from a friend or a thrift store.
So, I rallied what I could around the apartment.
Thank God the yoga studio had two boxes of toys and books…
…because this is all I got.
And I don’t know what I would have done with six kids, two dinosaurs and one Jacques Cousteau book.