Two days ago I took the kids out for the afternoon for their play date with a friend. I came home at six, with a message on my machine. It was my neighbor. She had called me at 2, wanting to see if I could pick her daughter up at the bus stop at 3:45, and then watch her for an hour or two. She was apparently not at home, cleaning someone's house for money, calling me on her cell phone.
Oops, I thought. Wasn't home. Gee, sorry.
I called her right away at home, where I knew she was because I could see her car. I wondered if she got to her daughter on time, if she was depending on me getting the message, etc.
She picks up the phone.
"Hey," I said.
"You're late," she said. She sort of half laughed, but I could sense frustration in her voice. Give me a flipping break.
"I was out all afternoon."
"Do you still not have a cell phone?" she asked.
"Nope, and don't plan on getting one."
"Well thanks for calling me back," she said.
"No problem, gotta go."
What the heck was that? I know that she wants to get a second job and she wants me to watch her daughter after school until she gets home, but I really don't want to do it at all. I won't. The reason why: that right there. Imagine if she paid me----in fact, I don't want to imagine it. I would just turn into a slave that allows constant sickness in the house, infecting my children. No way.