Warning!! There is a little cussing, but it’s needed.
Right out my back door my husbands Boston Ferns are hanging…just hanging…out the back door.
Which reminds me of a horrible thing that happened to me as a preteen. I say horrible because I was terrified! Just to let you know up front the babies were fine.
In my neighborhood I was the official babysitter even after we moved away. I was called regularly by mothers in surrounding homes to come watch their children. I was constantly baffled how they ended up with my home phone and name. I didn’t know these families from the man on the moon.
Later I found out.
This one particular family which was one street over from our old house had called me for a friday night. I showed up and they were nice. She explained they were going on a date. This was one much-needed because she was a stay at home mom raising two baby boys close in age. I can’t remember exactly how close but neither could walk and they both were in diapers and bottles. They were beautiful little boys, thick dark, curly hair, round little pudgy, creamy white faces.
And lucky for me she wanted them in bed right after they departed. That left me the whole evening to just hang out. I was thrilled…I could watch television, read something from their enormous library and drink a soda.
It was getting late and knew they weren’t going to be home until 11pm or so, I settled in and decided to let the two poodles out the fenced-in backyard to do their business. I sat back down and waited for the curly little things to make it back from the dark abyss but they never came. I stuck my head out I to hear them barking from a distance.
Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this! They have some how gotten out! How is this going to work? I have two baby boys upstairs sleeping blissfully and I need to somehow go get these dumb ass dogs!
I stepped out into the backyard, looked around and heard the back slider latch ‘click’. Oh my gosh! I am locked out!
I instantly panic. How in the world am I going to get back in there? The Mrs never told me about the back door locking on its own, she only told me about the front needing a key to get in and out. Which I didn’t have! It was in the house!!
At this point I am screaming (in my head), I am too young to be baby sitting! Why do these people think I am old enough and irresponsible!!
I walked to the corner of the yard and there the little shits (sorry, I have to cuss) were, not having escaped like I thought but in the far corner.
I jumped the fence looking around the neighborhood for any clue the owners were up. I ran to several homes I vaguely remembering the owners. No luck… either they were scared to answer so late or they were gone.
Just at the perfect time I seen a car drive into its garage. She had returned home and was starting to unload her groceries from her vehicle. Running to her in tears trying to explain my predicament, she was trying hard to understand what this wild child was screaming. I suppose she thought I was an escapee running for my life from my abductors or something. I don’t know what she thought! All I know is she knew what to do.
We walked over to the closest neighbor to wake them up! All the while her comforting and reassuring me every thing would be all right.
In the meantime, Mrs. Much Needed A Night Out had called the same neighbor to ask them to check on me because the phone was ringing unanswered.
A few years later after moving out-of-state I asked my dad about the couple and their babies. He had heard that the mother had cracked up, left unexpectedly without any explanation to what was wrong. The father was left to raise those two little babies all by himself.
I often wonder how those beautiful little boys turned out.