A Comic Tragedy

As the alarm rang at a piercing volume, I woke up and had to make breakfast for
the two kids. I took out the perfect white eggs. While I was strolling towards the sink, I lost my grip, I dropped an egg, and CRACK!
Johnny, Jake, and I ate breakfast together and of course, me being the slob I am, dropped
half of my meal onto my lap- including my orange juice which dripped onto my neatly ironed shirt. Next we all drove to the elementary school and I went the wrong way twice. How hard was it to write down accurate directions?
Baby sitting two kids you have never met is an easier said than done job!
When school ended for the kids, Johnny had baseball and Jake had basketball. Once
again the direction instructions were incorrect and the boys were each twenty minutes tardy to their activities. On the way to the gym Jake was drinking bright blue Gatorade and KERPLUNK- it was rapidly all over the seat of my car.
The stench was going to last for at least a month.
After the horrible spilling incident came bed time. Was I really supposed to get these
uncontrollably crazy children to sleep? Jake needed me to give him a back massage and Johnny wanted me to read a fifteen paged book to him. Then the two mischievous boys would not stay in their beds and were storming around the house trying to pull my pants down as a joke! It was certainly not funny, but also truly discomforting! When the boys finally crawled into their beds extremely
exhausted, I felt like I had hit a huge, hard brick wall. I wished that the brick wall was real so that I would not have to watch these two undomesticated “children”. It was time for me to hit the hay.
This was definitely the last time I was baby sitting.