If you’re an avid reader here, you are a genius, and will be loving life when Bev hits it big probably know that Bev spends a fair amount of her free time with children (I promise it’s not as terrifying as it sounds). I choose babysit, because a) I actually like kids, but don’t want my own anytime soon, b) I want to make extra beer money, and c) it helps me to keep my nose clean. (I don’t mean that last statement literally- I mean, that statement has to actually mean to stay away from coke, right? Bev don’t do coke, y’all.)
Anyway, being the adult that I am, I only agree to babysit for cool people, as evidenced by a conversation I had with a friend/coworker who asked me to babysit for tonight.
“Hey, I’m looking for someone to come sit at the house and watch Netflix or TV or whatever while Sam sleeps. Are you available Friday night?”
“Sure. I have a meeting after work, but it shouldn’t take too long. What time?”
“Like 7?”
“Cool.”
“OK, awesome- great!”
“Full disclosure: I had plans to get drinks and a bite to eat with some coworkers after the meeting, so I may have a few drinks beforehand, is that cool?”
“Girl, I wouldn’t care if you showed up with a flask of whiskey in your pants.”
“Haha, I didn’t think so. Just wanted to make sure, ya know, I don’t wanna show up to take care of your kid with booze on my breath or…”
“Girl. Literally. Flask. No judgement.”
“OK. See you Friday at 7 then!”
This, my friends, is how you do babysitting.
-Bev
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