We got a babysitter last week, and the darling girl said it would be fine if we went out for a few hours. But I worried because although my four kids are awesome, they can be pretty wild at times.
We'd only been gone a short while when I decided to call the babysitter on her cell to make sure everything was okay. From the tone of her voice, I should have known what she faced!
"Is this Jess?" I asked.
"Of course," she said in a strange voice--as if she'd been drinking.
"Ummm . . . I know we've only been gone an hour, but I wanted to make sure that everything's okay. Are you all right?"
The girl giggled. "I'm absolutely fabulous. These kids are great! Especially that Scribe. She's so helpful; I've hardly had to do a thing."
"Are you sure you're okay? We have to turn off our phones for the movie and . . . "
"Of course! Go for it. Have a blast. How hard can it be taking care of four beautiful kids, especially when the oldest one does all the work for me?!"
So, that was awfully strange. I hung up the phone and turned to Cade. "Maybe we should go back. She was acting weird."
"Oh, you're just reading into things. Plus, the movie's about to start."
I listened to my husband then, even if my mommy sensor pulsed as if on fire. It wasn't until we got home that I really worried.
We walked through the door and the babysitter grabbed my arm. "The night's been terrible--TERRIBLE! How do you watch these kids day in and day out! I couldn't get a hold of you and then your boy got naked and tried peeing on the Christmas tree! I'm leaving."
She ran from the door and I yelled after her. "But when I called you, you said everything was all right."
"No I didn't," she said. "You never called!"
After she sprinted from sight, I sneaked down stairs and heard the Scribe telling ghost stories to her siblings. That's when I knew what had happened!
"She's in deep trouble," I told Cade.
"Oh, yes, she is."