Look, parents need to have a life outside the home, too. That's what babysitters are for.
And if all goes well, those babysitters hang out with the kids for a couple hours, then watch TV for a couple hours, and then get paid and go home. Easy peasy.
When things don't go quite that smoothly, though, you get stories like these ones from a recent AskReddit thread:
It was at a house in my neighborhood (about a 5-minute walk from my house). They had an older girl (who was maybe 8 or 9) and a young toddler-ish age boy. Their mom was giving me a rundown of their routine and giving me a little tour of their house. We went into her son’s bedroom and she said something to the effect of, “hmm that’s odd, why is his window open…?”
[She] quickly shut the window and seemed somewhat distracted from that point on.
She hurried through the rest of the tour and then told me to go hang out with the kids while she finished getting ready.
About 2 minutes later she hurries in, sort of hustles us out the door and outside. I’m pretty confused at this point, but being an awkwardly shy middle school-aged girl I just go along with it.
Once we get to the driveway she pulls me aside and tells me that she went back to her bedroom after noticing the window was open, and saw most of her jewelry was missing.
Soon after telling me this, about 10 cop cars come flying in, cops run out with guns drawn , the whole works. Cops tell me to leave, so I head home, pretty terrified.
Turns out the burglar (who had broken in the night before) was still hiding in the son’s closet, right next to where we were standing when the mom realized the window was open and something was off. Don’t really like to imagine how that could have gone had she not noticed the open window and left me there for the night with her two kids.
Needless to say, that was the beginning and end of my babysitting career. –ste11ablue
This was around the time my little brother got pills for ADD and he was having the worst time swallowing one pill by itself and water…
Cue it gets around 8 pm and my brother comes down and says, “I practiced swallowing my pills!”
He was super proud and I was terrified. I thought he swallowed the whole bottle or enough to be overdosed. Call my mom up and she’s like, “Okay, get him water and try to get him to throw it up.”
He probably thought I was crazy for what I tried to get him to do. I learned later he was practicing with candy, specifically skittles. Just that gut wrenching moment was terrifying to me – crazyrandomnerd
I babysat these two WILD terror boys that lived across the street when I was young, maybe 14. They were never disciplined and incredibly hyper and violent.
The youngest one, maybe 4 at the time, swiped a pencil from a drawer and stabbed me in the forehead above my eye with it HARD. The lead broke off under the skin and I couldn’t get it out. It ended up getting infected and becoming extremely painful. I ended up having to have surgery and still have a scar from it. The kids’ parents paid the medical bills but never apologized.
She just basically said that boys will be boys. They were awful people. – rachfitz