Earlier in the week, my cousin emailed me and asked if I had plans next week. She just started a new job and has to go do some training out of state. Her husband has to work, so her mom was going to keep her baby, and she wanted to know if I'd be around in case she needed help. I told her I would.
At some point yesterday, they decided it would be best if I kept him the entire time.
He'll be here Monday afternoon through Friday evening. I'm fine with that, but it's been so long since I took care of a baby. Well, I actually kept him for a day not long after he was born, but he was tiny and slept most of the time, and now he just started walking. Anyway, I actually have tons of baby experience from back in the day (babysitting/church nursery/daycare), so I'm sure it will come back to me easily.
The thing is, with most of these jobs, I went home at the end of the day. It's just going to be me and him for nearly a week. I think it'll be fun, but don't be surprised if one of my next posts is a rant about how I'm never having kids myself!
Last night, I was looking around my house and realizing how very not baby-proof it is. I actually asked her if she was going to bring him some food, because outside of a bag of Goldfish crackers I found, my cabinets and fridge are a low-carb, non-processed food zone.
This is really going to be a shock to my cushy, single lifestyle. But it can't be that hard, right?