After I survived that feat (yes, it was my first), I agreed to help chaperone my nephew’s fieldtrip today to an amusement park. Four full hours with exuberant 4 and 5 year olds. I am now more worn-out than I ever have been in life-- more exhausted than working out at the highest possible level. It was a full day of high-pitched voices at incredibly loud decibels, interspersed with screaming, crying, hitting, laughing and did I mention screaming? I understand we were outside, but I could have used a few moments of inside voices. Whew!!! I settled disputes, went on potty patrol AND made sure they washed their hands, fed crustables that were still partly frozen, didn’t lose a single kid…shoot, I was pretty darn impressive!
They always say that babysitting is the best form of birth control and I happen to agree. But my real hope is that I start to feel more comfortable around kids so that I am not so petrified of one day having my own. Even though I’m 28, I still am quite sure that I’m in no hurry. I can manage hours at a time now with no real catastrophes, but overnights for a full 18 years are something I can probably put off for a little while longer.