Forgive me if I sound a bit dain bramaged, but I have just spent a 7am to almost 5pm shift as Home Child Day Care Provider.
I watched Mr. Rogers, played with Lincoln Logs, got six kids in shifts on two different buses, made lunches, also played Operation, BabySitter's Club, and watched part of a Kim Possible marathon, visited my daughter and two grandchildren, explained that the thing on the wall was a real horse shoe, which led to a discussion on how and why horses wore shoes AND why it is hung like the letter "U" (so the luck does not drain out), made more snacks, discussed why super heroes and villains wear costumes, tried to explain why people could not figure out that Clark Kent was not Superman just by taking off his glasses and putting on tights, and made sure everyone was happy when the parents picked them up.
Mrs. Rock just called to ask if everything went OK today. I told her "No problem, I buried the bodies in the back yard."
Next time you pick up your kid at the "baby sitter's" after work, think about what a B word the job is and thank them. I could never do this job for more than a day at a time, once or twice a year, without really killing someone.
It is now TIME for some WINE! (Australian Merlot)