Personal Narrative On Babysitting

“Call me if you need me anything at all,” my Auntie Taylor called as she disappeared through front door that I call a black hole. The reason I call it that is because every time someone leaves from it, it takes a while for them to come back. I was now officially hired. Officially hired to be left alone with my baby cousin, Richmond. As people call it: Babysitting. Definitly brings chills down my back. My Aunt had left for work and I was given the honor of babysitting for a few hours. He was a good baby, but even though he was good, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t be an epic challenge to babysit the boy- which was learned the hard way.

It was a great day and I was feeling like the queen of the universe because I was going to get to babysit! My Auntie Taylor told me to call her if I needed any help, but I was determined to not call because I felt as if I needed to prove to her I could do this. “Be the big and best niece in
I picked him up and put him in the bathtub. The smell of the vomit began linger around the room and started to spread across the large house. It made my nose hurt!

After his bath I wanted to cry. I didn’t know where to put him while I washed everything. I quickly sat him down in his large blue and green stroller because his walker-thingy was all the way down stairs. I really needed help because being in that stroller made him EXTREMELY angry. He started to scream to the top of his little lungs. I felt so bad because I knew he was super tired. I was about to pick up the phone because neither of us could take the madness but I realized I could do this. Yet I couldn’t.

Multitasking is not my strongest suit and it never was. I wish it and been because it would’ve have come very handy while I was humming nursery rhymes, cleaning baby puke, and rocking a humongous stroller… all at once! More like tri-tasking to me! It started to become too much for me. My face was as red as a ripe tomato and sweat dripped from my little sweaty