I had to babysit a friend’s baby for a week. I thought she was just joking, but nope, she just thrust her to me and left with her luggage her Hawaii. I was to send him to his regular babysitter every morning on weekends. I would be the night and weekend babysitter.
Murphy’s law – things always go wrong when you need them to be right most. And so Murphy exercised his law on poor baby. That poor baby was left behind in an elevator (with my shopping bag in a trolley; at least I didn’t just walk off with my bags and only left the baby behind) and was thrown out of his pram (don’t asked me how that happened, he just cannon himself out).
At the end of 7 days, I finally realize why he was such a nuisance with me and just wouldn’t stop crying. I had totally forgotten to check his diapers and to feed him. He looks almost like Benjamin Button.
Thank god it was just a dream I had last night.
So much for maternal instincts. I think God is sending me a message.
