Adventures in Babysitting
My baby cousin screamed upstairs. I practically leaped off the couch, out from under the soothing warm blanket that I had grown to love so much, and rushed up stairs. Baby Genevieve was too cute to keep crying for long. I had been wallowing in self-pity, worrying about dumb boys and being lonely in life. All my issues fell away as I stumbled over an ill-placed stool on my way to her handmade log crib. The room was dark except for the faint glow coming from the hallway. I picked her up gently and cradled her in my arms, forgetting all about my cell phone ringing in my pocket. I knew my friends were trying to reach me but at the moment all my attention was on Genevieve. She was quiet for a moment and I watched as she stared up at me.
The wailing began again once she realized that I was definitely not her mother. Sighing heavily, I took her out into the living room. The bright lamps probably woke her up more than she was before. Every time I sat down she'd start