~Winnie’s Point of View~ “Oh!! Come on!! Jeez,” I whine, taking in the massive fruit punch stain on my shirt, courtesy of my three year old niece Georgia. She giggles and runs away, knowing she’s in trouble. “I love my family, I … love my family,” I sigh, grabbing a towel. Why the hell I agreed to babysit them two days a week is beyond me. Five kids under four years old, and only one me?? Yeah it's usually only for about six hours or so and one of my brothers will get off work early. But still. It’s looking like daycare needs to happen sooner, rather than later. I remind myself the quads will start pre-K in the fall which is still too damn far away. *But they’re SO cuuuute,* my wolf, Hailey purrs. I roll my eyes. Cute and SPOILED ROTTEN! My phone rings and I welcome the distraction, not even caring that it means taking my eyes off them for a minute. Which is basically babysitter suicide. The housekeeper is here somewhere I suppose if someone screams bloody murder she’ll come
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