thisnthatwithatwist

I understand the world doesn’t start at noon. For this reason, even though I don’t enjoy getting up at 530 in the morning to go babysit, I understand that people have jobs early in the morning- and I suppose I am now one of them.   

I do it, not because I like it, but because it is my job. I set an alarm on my phone the night before. I try to go to bed earlier than my night owl nature tends to normally. Then when David Cook stats blaring “More than a name or face in the crowd” from my phone while it’s still dark outside I wake up disoriented and stumble to get myself decent for work. This is not fun for me but it has become a routine for me on the two or three days a week I have to do it. I could never wake on my own but that’s why I have the alarm.   

The reason I write all this is that there are times, like today, when getting myself up is only the beginning of the battle. You see the father of the babysitees is less of a morning person than i am and today, as has happened before, he didn’t get up. Last time, luckily, someone in the building went out and let me in so i managed to be in banging on the apartment door for 20 minutes. 

 Today, however, I was not that lucky. today I, along with my friend, stood between the two main doors ringing a bell and calling the house phone for a half hour until, by the grace of God one of the kids heard us and woke Daddy Dearest up. Even the mother was calling from her night job complaining and apologizing to us for him.  

So I ask you world, if I can manage to get up and get my tired bottom to work, s it too much to ask the same from him?

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