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Night of 1000 dramas, I mean dilemmas

December 18, 2004 by

Well, not actually 1000 dramas, dilemmas.

More like one really…

Anyway, it was a baby sitting situation, Mum and Dad and kids x2 are staying in temporary digs while their house is having renos done. I arrive to babysit and am introduced by Mum to Hostess (I think s-i-l) who will be relieving me later in the evening as Mum and Dad are planning to have a big night.

The money is left on the counter and Mum, Dad and Hostess leap into cab and toddle off while I settle in to watch Bruce Almighty on the telly

All is quiet on the Western front…

… Still quiet…

… yawn…

Time passes…

12.00am. Sounds of door slamming, car doiong a u-turn and keys fumbling into the keyhole…

Door opens…

Hostess stumbles in… very much the worse for wear…

Slurs a hello, responds rather negatively to the question “How was your evening?” and flops down on the sofa.

Falls asleep immediately.

Snores…

Time passes…

… still snoring.

I look over, Hostess and dog called Archie are both snoring…

and drooling on the pillow…

I decided to watch the conclusion of Bruce.

Hostess is still snoring.

Crash heard from upstairs… baby screams… fallen out of bed…

Drop everything and run upstairs to cuddle Baby and snuggle her back to bed… Return downstairs… Hostess and Archie still snoring on the sofa…

Bruce concludes… I remain…

Question: Should I leave kids in care of comatose Hostess?

Hover…

Tis 12.30am… need sleep… Mum and Dad can’t be too far surely?

Shake Hostess to tell her goodbye and officially hand over responsibility…

Shake her again…

Shake and shout “see you later”…

Still comatose…

Decide to leave.

Guilt leads me to SMS Mum and Dad from the car… “Have left home, owe you $30.00 will return tomorrow. Am concerned as Hostess in bit of a state… Are you far from home?”

Skip forward to today…

Arrive to drop off $30.00 and Hostess opens the door… Is on the phone.

I hand her the envelope and she tells me sorry about last night… special circumstances… would have woken up if anything happend…

I didn’t think I could tell her… “Baby fell, Baby screamed, tried 3x to say goodbye, while you slept on”… without looking like a b*tch.

So I nodded and smiled and didn’t feel guilty at all for the SOS SMS*…

(SMS is Australian for text message)

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