I’m NOT baby-proof!

My oldest sister is semi-divorcing her husband. She’s got a two year old and a new born. In our house. Right now. The three of them are living with us. Right now. In our house. (which isn’t even a house, it’s a 2 bedroom apartment!) 

To further prove my point in the entry title, I am not baby-proof.

My sister has left with my dad to H-E-B to get, I don’t know, baby stuff, and they will be back soon enough. No, no they won’t!

Her kid touches EVERYTHING! I’ve got to keep my door locked because my room has stuff everywhere. We’ve got a bookshelf in the room (we because my other sister and I share the room) with pens close to the floor; and the nightstand next to the beds stops at the baby’s neck so she can see just barely over it. The radio that’s on it is pricey, beautiful, in mint condition, and I’ve had it for years. It also has a remote that I keep in a place out of her reach because it’s small and can fit perfectly in her hand. 

Anyway, the mother is gone and the new born is easy to handle, it’s the two year old that I want to rip to pieces. I love her to death, but dear lord is she a handful.

I don’t babysit. Never have and I don’t really plan on it. I’m just not baby material. All my friends are but it’s just not my thing. I plan on adopting a child when they are at least entering primary school. This way they are just old enough to instill values in and have yet to be raised in a different fashion. Reasonable right? 

But the girl is so cute! I feel badly for getting angry with her because she touches everything and she wouldn’t listen to me but what am I supposed to do?

She was running from me with my sister’s mail and since she has a history of hiding things I figured I would get her to put it back and we would be done with it. But noooo. She just had to run from me and let me catch her only to toss herself on the floor and throw a fit. She even hit her head on the baseboard! Then I felt really bad. She then preceded to cry loudly and tried to hit me. I took her to the couch and attempted to read her book to her but she just kept on crying…*sigh* I don’t want children. I just don’t think God put it in me to handle them.

That’s not a terrible thing right?