So one of my dad's friends in a natural-path from the US and when she comes to Canada to "test" people they set up at our house. If it's not so bad that my house is overrun with people I don't know for a week, this time one of the people getting tested had two kids.1
Now, I really wouldn't give a fuck about watching them if she had actually asked me, but noooo, she first leaves the three-year-old near me saying "oh you don't have to watch her, she'll just watch tv" which was true. But then she sets the younger one who just learned how to crawl next to the three-year-old and told the three-year-old to watch him. Yeah, like that's going to fucking happen. Now I'm chasing this little kid who just grew teeth and is fond of biting my arm around the living room, trying to stop him from crawling onto stuff and breaking open his head.2
And then, just to put icing on the fucking cake, the three-year-old gave him a piece of apple, that he proceeded to chew up, and then spit out onto the carpet. So now I'm cleaning mashed up apple and spit off the fucking carpet, and it's nearly making me hurl. If the lady tries to get me to change the kid's diaper I'm bolting.3
This just proves that I never, ever want a kid. I'm already partly OCD and having someone else's spit on me makes me want to barf.4
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I'm too much of a fucking clean-freak for this.6


If it was peanut butter and jelly I would have been leaving it for my dad when he gets home.



