Mom and Dad made me babysit Brianna on Saturday night, and it was a TOTAL nightmare!
She had a nasty cold, so my mom gave me really specific instructions: dinner at 7:00, cough medicine at 7:30, bedtime at 8:00, and absolutely NO getting off the couch before then.
I figured the last part would be kind of tough…Brianna HATES staying still. But I didn’t realize just how hard it would be!
My parents left at 6:00 and said they’d be home by 10:00. They told me they left me $20 for pizza.
That’s the ONLY good thing about babysitting…they refuse to pay me since I should “want to take care of the sister I love” (THEIR words, not mine!), but they’re not above buying my cooperation with take-out!
When the pizza guy came at 6:30, I yelled at the closed door, “Just a minute!” Then I told Brianna to stay on the couch while I ran to the kitchen.
I couldn’t find the money anywhere! After a few minutes, I was practically drooling and fantasizing about pizza slices dancing and calling my name.
I thought maybe my mom had left the money in her room, so I ran in there to look for it…but nope! It wasn’t there either, and I looked EVERYWHERE!
I was totally bummed because I highly doubted the delivery guy would consider this one pizza an act of charity. (Sure, I was hungry, but I don’t think I qualified as a “starving child”!)
When I got to the door, I saw it was open, but there was NO pizza delivery guy AND no Brianna!
I started FREAKING OUT!!! Clearly Brianna had opened the door and the pizza delivery guy had kidnapped her!
I ran outside and yelled, “Brianna! Pizza guy! Come back!”
I figured he couldn’t have gotten that far, so I hopped on my bike and started riding down the street.
My heart was beating a gazillion miles a minutes! It was super cold and I wasn’t wearing a jacket, but I was still sweating like a pig on a treadmill.
I wanted to scream, “WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SICK, SADISTIC PIZZA FREAK!!” but I didn’t want my neighbors to hear me.
If they did, they’d DEFINITELY tell my parents!
After a few minutes, I remembered Brianna was playing games on my cell phone. If she still had it with her, I could call her from my home phone and she could tell me where the guy was taking her.
So I rushed back home, ran in the door, and started looking around the couch. My phone WAS missing!
I ran to the kitchen to grab the cordless phone. I was so flustered that I dropped it right on my foot!
I screamed, “Ouch!”
Then I heard, “You okay Nikki? Have some pizza!”
Brianna was sitting at the table with sauce all over her face…AND all over my phone!
I was SO relieved to see her! I do love that little nut ball and I DO want to take care of her…but I was also super annoyed!
Right after I gave her a big hug, I said, “Why did you get off the couch?”
She said, “’Cause I had the money and the pizza was getting cold!”
Turns out she’d paid him while I was looking in my parents’ room, and then by the time I got to the door, she’d brought the box in the kitchen.
So then I asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you had the money? And why didn’t you answer when I called your name??”
She responded, “I didn’t know THAT’S what you were looking for…and I didn’t answer ‘cause my mouth was full!”
So the good news is that Brianna was fine AND we got our pizza. The bad news is that I got a nasty cold too.
That’s why I hate babysitting…it’s totally hazardous to my health!!
