We used to have a nice arrangement. I watch your kid/s when you need me to, and you watch mine. (Even though my 3 year old hates your 3 year old son and wails like a banshee when you show up at my door to drop him off. Hey, by the way, I feed my kid when I drop her off, why does your son wander into my house and demand I feed him and right now? I will admit the little hell spawn is very much more well behaved once you are gone, though. He’s not my beef here…YOU are!) If your 6 year old is TOO FUCKING SICK to go to school…why in rapturous fuck do you bring her over for me to watch? You know Katie is a garbage disposal, and since your kids are incapable of eating anything entirely, no matter how miniscule, Katie will FIND it, stuffed into the couch cushions, in my laundry hamper, etc… and eat it! Now she’s got the sinus infection your ass spelunking spawn had and I am coming down with it too! Next time your “darling” is sick…DO NOT bring her over to my house! I don’t want whatever infectious shit is going around your house!
I think I’ve gotten more colds these last three years with kids, then my previous 34 years without. People who send their kids into contact with mine, either at school or at their house or my house or whereever are one of my peeves as well. Quarentine those buggers!
errr, send their sick kids into contact… I’m not that much of an isolationist.