Figures

After coming out of a year long bout of anti socialism I am digging the interaction with adults again. Not having much interest in the bar scene there is nothing that tickles me more than the potluck. And let's face it, my friends can cook. Got lots of advice on my upcoming trip AND was introduced to the greatest game ever....SPACETEAM!!!! I even made my kid get the app so we could play together.

To facilitate this outing, my dear eldest daughter babysat. This was not done out of the goodness of her heart but because she's my slave thanks to her new phone. The cool thing is she understands the arrangement and never gives me grief....but now she's clocking hours.

But as always, you get what you pay for as my crack team of Kid #3 and Kid #2 outdid themselves this time.

Being the youngest of three girls I know how shit goes down. I can understand horsing around, having fun. What I don't understand is what would possess one kid to allow the other one to draw a mustache and goatee on her face....with a purple SHARPIE. The good news is that she was on her own at school today. The onus was on her to explain why she looked like the child of Barney and Guy Fawkes. The bad news is I had to sit in a dentist's waiting room with her for half an hour People were very kind, though I knew they secretly judged.

I really don't know what irks me more. The mustache fiasco or the fact that my eldest is obviously the shittiest babysitter ever.