This one is a repost, but a good reminder on any day.
Happy Friday. 🙂
I was probably eleven or twelve. I was the queen of babysitting. I had built up quite a cliental within biking distance, and often had to turn down jobs because I was already booked. I loved it, and often only remembered I got paid for it when they handed me a wad of cash at the end of the night.
One friday night a family from across town called and asked if I could babysit, and stay the night with them. I asked my mom, and she said no. Honestly this wasn’t the norm for my mom. I am the youngest of four and have always been on the responsible side of things so it wasn’t often that I wasn’t permitted to do something I desired.
Hmm… that’s weird I thought. I had nothing to do and an opportunity came up and she said no. So, I threw chairs, screamed…
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