I walked in and turned the corner to see her little face pressed up against the grey mesh gate. Each time I return home, I can count on this. “Hi!” she said and then walked away, back to what she was doing.
I looked around and everything was as I had left it. Phew! It was the first time I left my teenage son home alone with his one year old sister. It was less than an hour,required no diaper changes, and he’s more than capable. But still. I started babysitting before his age. But still. Phew!
“She made me read all the books,” he said, obviously less than thrilled.
I smiled, “Everything was fine then?” The anxiety I had been feeling since I left slowly draining.
“Yeah,” he replied. “But she wouldn’t take a nap with me. I kept trying.”
“Well, I’m home now. You can take nap.” And within a few minutes, he was asleep on the couch.
I guess I don’t need to worry so much next time.