day two.

Here it is, day two, and I'm still going. That's not an intense accomplishment, but it counts. Anyways, today consisted of showering, getting dressed, doing nothing, babysitting, doing nothing, and visiting my wisdom teeth-less friend. Now I'm home, sucking on a Ring Pop, and feeling like I'm in Julie and Julia (fantastic movie for those who haven't seen it), blogging away.
So today's new adventure? Pretending to be a soccer mom. My babysitting job required me to drive and pick up the kid from VBS (Vacation Bible School for those of you who haven't grown up in Christian Suburbia). Needless to say, the car I drive is a minivan. I had to google the church's address and plug it in my GPS, which comes in handy more than I'd like to admit, and drive down streets I've never heard of to find the kid. I then had to install a car seat while waiting for VBS to let out. After doing so, I walked inside with the rest of the soccer moms and watched my kid and theirs enjoy a cheaply made video endorsing compassion and sharing. The children were then released, in which I proceeded to far too easily grab her and run. On the ride home I was given the honor of listening to the VBS endorsed CD, in which we both enthusiastically sang along.
When we got home, I cooked up some Arthur-O's, an organic version of Spaghetti-O's, and made myself a peanut butter sandwich. Reason being? I went through maybe four jars of expired or moldy jelly and decided that peanut butter seemed safer. I did the dishes while the kid annoyed me, and decided that it would be best to run off the extra energy outside. I got out the 3D Chalk (actually works, and really cool) and we kept ourselves amused for quite sometime. Eventually the mom came home, and I was relieved of my soccer mom duties.
Now, a question for my nonexistent readers. I get paid $7 an hour for babysitting, which to my knowledge, is low. Understandably, the mother is not rolling in money, and I know things are tight, so I tend to be more understanding. However, today I had to drive a total number of 40 extra minutes, and didn't receive any compensation. Is this something worth addressing?
But anyways, soccer mom-ing was somewhat enjoyable, and will be fun when they're my kids. However, monetary compensation and an overbearing mother make it not so fun.