Megan and I babysat for the guests at my mother's friend's daughter's wedding. I had done it before; there was only one little girl there and she fell asleep withing 5 minutes. It was easy money, and that was how I expected it to be the other night. Oh my goodness were we wrong.
We were told ahead of time that the mothers of the kids would head back to the hotel with them to get them in their pajamas and put them to bed. This did not happen. We were also not given any estimate of how many kids there would be. THERE WERE 10 CHILDREN. TEN HYPER UNCONTROLLABLE CHILDREN. Eight of them were relatively docile, but there were two girls who were little jerks. One was 11 and was absolutely determined to stir the pot in any way. She tried to swim in the hotel's fountain, she repeatedly tried to sneak out, and she kept trying to steal money from my wallet, just to name a few things. The other girl was 3, and it was obvious that her parents have never said no to her ever. All she did was scream and beg for sugary things. It was hell.
And you know how much we were paid for this arduous task? $50. That's $10 per child, split between my sister and I. Nowhere close to enough for the ordeal we went through that night.
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