My babysitting war..

It was the winter of my freshman year, and my aunt and cousins were over for christmas. I really didn't want to babysit because I just wanted to hang out with them, but I had already told this family that I would a long time ago. So I sucked it up and went over there only to find out that both the kids were sick. I knew it was going to be a long night, but I didn't see what was to come. The kids parents left, and I was just supposed to let the kids watch a movie, and they would fall asleep, at least that's what the mom said. Everything was going pretty well until the little boy who was probably 5 at the time had to go to the bathroom. He was in there for a long time, so I went to check on him to make sure everything was okay, but it wasn't because he had thrown up. While I was in the bathroom, the little girl got mad because I wasn't helping her write her name or something so she started screaming. I walked out of the bathroom and saw her crying in the corner, and I walked over there to see that she had thrown up all over the carpet. I knew she felt bad but still it really was not fun to clean up. So I'm sitting there clean it up, and then I hear the little girl yell my name and tell me that her brother pooped on my jacket. I just sat there for a while because I didn't even know how to deal with it. After like ten minutes, I went over there and the little boy is sitting on my jacket with no pants on with poop all over the place. It was horrible and the kids were getting even more wild because they knew there was nothing I could do to stop them. By this point, it was probably around nine and the kids were supposed to be in bed an hour ago, so I called my aunt because she is a daycare director to ask her what to do. She told me that I should call the parents and tell them they need to come home and deal with there kids. I didn't want to be rude by calling them, but there was really nothing else I could do to stop them, so I called. They said they would be home in a little bit and to give the kids a bath hopefully settling them done. I gave them a bath, finally got everything cleaned up, and had managed to get these devil children to sleep by the time their parents got home three hours after they said they would! I was so mad because seriously what parent does that. They knew the kids were sick and obviously had to have known that they had some pretty wild kids. It was honestly the longest night of my life and no amount of money could make up for what happened!