CherubHorse
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I HATE toddlers... I have no idea why. But sometimes I have to babysit a 5 year old (she's sweet) and her 2 year old sister... by the way, their parents are really irresponsible. I have a small room, and Breyer horses, seashells, and little fish tanks and plants are perched all over my room, not to mention my lightweight bird cage comeplete with 2 budgies, whom I love dearly. A few weeks ago they came over, and remembered I had parakeets. So they come to my room door all excited (they used to have a parakeet but they tormented it so they gave it away) and I couldn't distract them with kids' toys or anything.... So I had no choice but to let them in. Of course the 2 year old, who I'm trying desperately to get to play with my dog, is reaching for all the little fragile model horses and shells. Of course she sends a shelf crashing down. And she's persistent. So the 5 year old is at my bird cage holding one of the hirds on her finger (when did she manage to get the cage open!?!?!?!) and one bird flies out of my room. WHICH SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN, because one time my cat caught my more friendly budgie when he escaped his cage and there was a $500 vert bill to fix him up. So I'm flipping s*** and running out to go grab him.... What do I see when I come back?
The cage on the floor. The big bird seed dish that was FULL of seeds, spilled out over the floor. There is water and poo everywhere. Ahhh, having a toddler in your room is the best, eh? And the whole while my older sister is camped out in her room playing guitar with the door locked. And my mom forces ME, with the more delicate items, to babysit 2 kids she knows I hate. So I eventually sorted everything out by bringing some old dolls upstairs. But the little girl PEED ON THE FLOOR (why wasn't she wearing a diaper or her mom bringing her to the bathroom?) and I knelt in it -.-" Her mom did nothing about it.
So I offer to give the dolls to the kids, so the little one os overtired (it's 11pm) and is stuffing everything in reach into a plastic bag, including a candy dish, a blanket, a porcelain teacup (vintage, and expensive, from the coffee table), and is trying to bring one of my prized Breyer horses from my room into the bag....I WAS MAD. And whenever I tried to take out something (praying it wasn't chipped or broken) the kid would SCREAM and start crying hysterically. I eventually got everything that was MINE out of the bag, and kept it scratch-free, except for an old stuffed animal I'd had since I was a baby
And the time before that the kid took a whole play wagon-full of stuffed animals. And tried to take a big model horse (2 feet tall) and additional stuffed animals off of my bed (they're on my bed for a reason!! They're my cutest and favorite!) and again cried hysterically when I tried to take them away. My mom came to the rescue to get them back eventually. Oh, and she tried to take the wagon my Uncle made for me... it was carved out of wood and had gorgeous detail.
And that is why I hate toddlers No offense, anyone.
The cage on the floor. The big bird seed dish that was FULL of seeds, spilled out over the floor. There is water and poo everywhere. Ahhh, having a toddler in your room is the best, eh? And the whole while my older sister is camped out in her room playing guitar with the door locked. And my mom forces ME, with the more delicate items, to babysit 2 kids she knows I hate. So I eventually sorted everything out by bringing some old dolls upstairs. But the little girl PEED ON THE FLOOR (why wasn't she wearing a diaper or her mom bringing her to the bathroom?) and I knelt in it -.-" Her mom did nothing about it.
So I offer to give the dolls to the kids, so the little one os overtired (it's 11pm) and is stuffing everything in reach into a plastic bag, including a candy dish, a blanket, a porcelain teacup (vintage, and expensive, from the coffee table), and is trying to bring one of my prized Breyer horses from my room into the bag....I WAS MAD. And whenever I tried to take out something (praying it wasn't chipped or broken) the kid would SCREAM and start crying hysterically. I eventually got everything that was MINE out of the bag, and kept it scratch-free, except for an old stuffed animal I'd had since I was a baby
And the time before that the kid took a whole play wagon-full of stuffed animals. And tried to take a big model horse (2 feet tall) and additional stuffed animals off of my bed (they're on my bed for a reason!! They're my cutest and favorite!) and again cried hysterically when I tried to take them away. My mom came to the rescue to get them back eventually. Oh, and she tried to take the wagon my Uncle made for me... it was carved out of wood and had gorgeous detail.
And that is why I hate toddlers
No offense, anyone.
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