...you do not:
- Follow them round talking at them, even after they've said several times that they need to start working.
- Get huffy when they politely say they're going to go elsewhere and shut the door.
-Constantly come in to interrupt with mundane/ vaguely critical observations and queries (eg. You're running out of toilet roll... don't you make a note of these things?/ It doesn't look like you've cleaned the front of your dishwasher in a while... etc).
-Deliberately decide to play hysterically exciting games involving remote control cars and dancing that involve the toddler shrieking, bouncing off the bedroom door and periodically falling over and bursting into tears while wailing for 'Mamamamamaaaaa'. (When your normal once-in-a-blue-moon babysitting MO is to stick netflix on and break out the chocolate buttons, just for context).
-Ask how the person is getting on, and then when they say they have done x, remark 'Gosh is that all? It's hardly worth me coming over, is it??'
I am currently sitting on my bed, a veritable bubbling cauldron of rage. I have achieved virtually nothing in the last two hours and have a splitting headache. Meanwhile, I can hear my 'D'M tanking DS up with Ribena just before we all need to get in the car
