That is a baby Jumper.
I didnt know it was called that until 5minutes ago. When we were growing up we never had any of these modern pleasures...
Lego bricks, teddy bears, toy cars...
Those were things that we didn't know existed at all...
As a baby, I am sure the problem my parents had was how to keep me from using anything as a toy...
From cups to spoons and plates...
Everything was a toy to play with...
But I digress.
This is about the baby I have had to babysit for a while now.
It's not like I am bad at it. In fact, I know how to connect with kids on a visceral level.
I can easily rock a child to sleep.
Although, I might have to consult an expert when it comes to choosing food or cleaning that greenish mess they usually make...
Sometimes, it's yellow- that one usually puts me off. It smells like rotten eggs being fried.
But mehn... As long as I can get the baby to sleep, I am fine. I mean, ain't that all that matters?
Now, every time the baby wakes up, I find myself praying for her to go back to sleep.
"Just sleep, baby! Sleep!"
Sometimes, I just want someone else to take her away...
I know she is cute...(I don't have permission to show you how cute she is)
But, take her away... I am tired...
That is what I find myself saying a lot of times...
Then it got me thinking...
Is this what women have to go through as housewives?
I know there are "househusbands" too. But what is the population of househusbands compared to housewives?
A lot of women have to quit their jobs to care for these little bundles of cuteness.
If babysitting is not hard work, then I don't know what is.
Right now, she's sleeping... When she wakes up the cycle begins until she falls back to sleep again.
