Babysitting

My weekends have consistently been full to the brim with fun plans for the past few months....This weekend I had nothing.

So I spent a lot of time just sitting there.  I would stare at the computer as I ate some high-fructose corn syrup enriched particle of food, waiting... I don't really know what for.  People to start random chat bubbles asking if I wanted to hang out with them and actually be social with more than one person?  Heh... yeah.  Silly thought, I know.  Needless to say, it didn't happen.
I was frustrated when my waiting was interrupted by a phonecall asking if I could babysit.  Being me, I had to say yes.  It turned out quite fun, actually.  I ran around the house chasing an adorable little boy, eventually managing to lose him, and then popping out with a "BOO!" which would send him screaming and wriggling with excitement as he'd start chasing me instead.  We battled with race cars and giant plastic dinosaurs and bouncy spiders, making them get tired every once in a while and have to take a break so that they could eat tacos.  How I miss those days of simple creativity.  I pushed a crowd of bigger kids super high on a swing attached to their tree, making sure to stand in between their soaring bodies and the trunk, so that there was no chance of them running into it.  Never have I been the "cool kid" who could swing people super duper high... before today, that is.  Slowly but surely the kids started to trickle back into the house, their pulsating and exhausted little bodies collapsing all over the couches and one another.  The little one chose my lap as his resting place, folding in half and sucking on his thumb as Scooby and Shaggy starting battling a lion through the TV.


I need experiences such as this.  They remind me that I want to have a family when I'm older.  They make me want to be worthy just so that I can be a good mom to my future offspring.