Watching my managers kids was not as peaceful as I thought it would be. They are by no means terrible kids, but I'm exhausted. I broke up a fight, colored, pushed them on swings, watched them play and bike, made a snack, got them dressed for sports practices, and got locked in a bedroom at one point.
The middle child told me I'm the hottest babysitter and he also asked me if I had a boyfriend. Then he told me he is my boyfriend. I thought it was cute/flattering.
Now I'm going to lay down and watch some TV with dinner until I go to bed.
I'm exhausted.
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