Originally Posted by
Merman Vaughan
((Haha..the conversations happening above reminds me of how one of my American friends basically blanked me and stopped talking to me when we had a disagreement over this. My first boyfriend was 18...I was 14, she found it weird and I didn't? Yeah funny how attitudes differ between continents))
Anywaaaay I need a rant.
So my mother and sister decide to go out tonight, which is fair enough...down to the local pub they say until closing which is 11:30pm, and I'm pressured into looking after my nephew. My mum was a bit tipsy as they'd been drinking wine (this was around 8pm it's 6am here now) and decided to use the fact she's taking me to my big Ballet audition down in London in a couple of weeks, and has splashed out a lot of money for us to be able to go...it hurt a bit and seemed like she was trying to make me feel bad, so I agreed thinking what's looking after a kid for like, 3 hours? Maybe I could get him to fall asleep...though I doubt it.
I don't do children, I actually despise those I'm not related to...Like, don't get me wrong I love their creativity and imaginations and some kids are great, but most children around here are tracksuit wearing mini chavs with loud mouthed parents who swear and cough and burp, then get mad when their kids do these things? hmm kayyy. So I can deal with my nephew...to an extent, but as most of his school friends are these loud, obnoxious basically mimi annoying chav adults...sometimes you see that coming out of him and it annoys me, and I have no tact nor skill in knowing how to deal with children when they get 'too much' so I'll either ignore him, or tell him straight as I would to an adult that he's acting like a brat and a stupid one at that, which leads to tears, which leads to me stressing and just...ARGH why could I not have been born with some kind of skill to deal with kids?! I just can't do this.
Anyway, tonight went okay...up until it turned 11:30. He wouldn't sleep, he refused to...I'd been trying since my mum and sister left to get him down...but he just wanted to play on his games console. I let him thinking it was the easiest option and he'd get tired and sleep maybe. I was wrong. Half eleven came and he kicked up a fuss saying he was staying up until his mum came home, after some screaming and crying on his part and my cold, angry I-HATE-THE-WROLD-BECAUSE-I'M-A-SAD-TEENAGER face staring him down, I eventually compromised with him that if he went into the spare room and watched a film in bed he could stay up.
He came down every. Freaking. Ten. Minutes asking 'are they back yet?'.
I got s text about midnight saying they'd gone over to the next village and my sis was staying at a friends and mum was going over to her boyfriends for the night. I got pissed at this point. I had to watch him all night and he was refusing to go to sleep. He came down and me in my mood told him his mother wasn't coming home so he should just go to sleep...which led to tears and stress. So I put on another film and hey presto, he went to sleep quite well.
But I'm still just ARGHGFGHSDJ. Why am I always left with babysitting? And always pressured into it.
I just don't care anymore. Never doing this again. 3 hours my ass. Haven't slept, stressing over this audition, and just cba right now. Ugh.