N.O.

I have a very hard time putting those two letters together to form a word. I know it and I fully admit it.
Hi, My name is Kelly and I can't say no. This is my addiction....or affliction.
SO, WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TATTOO IT TO MY FOREHEAD????
I get a phone call last night from the mother of one of the little girls at the bus stop. I usually only see her in the afternoon, as her daughter gets on the bus at her Grandmother's house in the morning. I've gotten to know her a bit and we're friendly. Friendly. Chatting friendly, not hang out friendly, you know what I mean? Well, she calls last night and is a raving lunatic. I had stupidly given her my phone number, as sometimes she is running late. (Why, I have no idea, since she's done with work around noon) She's going on and on about being pissed off at her mother. Her Mother adopted 2 middle school aged boys and supposedly one of them hurt Kayla (the little girl, who's 6 or 7) that morning, and it was Kayla's fault, according to her mother. So, She was calling me to ask if I could watch her daughter in the morning. Starting at 5:45 am. ???? What am I supposed to say?! She wants to drop her off at 5:45, have me feed her breakfast and then put her on the bus at 9. She says she'll pay me, but being a single Mom, it won't be much, so she says. So basically, I'm getting up 2 hours earlier then I usually do, which is going to wake my 2 year old up, he's going to get off schedule, and then by 8 am, I'll have 4 children to get ready and keep occupied for an hour. What do I say....YES. (If you hear banging, it's my head, on the wall.)
So, this morning I get up at 5:30. I make coffee and sit and wait for her to arrive. 5:45, 6:00, 6:15, 6:30...no show. At 7 the phone rings. "oh I decided to go in a little late, so I'm going to bring her over around 7:45." WTF!!!! My son had already gotten up at about 6:15, because he heard my husbands alarm go off. I crawl back into bed seething with lack of sleep and anger. I had woken up almost every hour during the night, because I was afraid I was going to sleep through the alarm. My regular alarm is in the form of a 2 year old, so I was all out of whack.
Now, I had just agreed to this and sprung it on my husband when he got home. He was NOT happy last night. He doesn't sleep well, and the thought of having a strange child in the house at 5:45 in the morning, didn't go over well.
I get to the bus stop this afternoon with every intention of telling her I can't do this. It's just going to be too disruptive to our morning routine. I completely chicken out. My husband calls after we get home and flips because I didn't say anything. He asks for her phone number. I didn't want him to fight my battle, but this is a woman who I fear a little bit. I've seen her angry. She has a temper. I wanted to avoid it at all costs. He told me I really need to "grow a pair". He calls her and leaves a message. SO, she calls and I have to explain the whole situation anyway. She says "well, we're all adults and you should have said something." I BARELY KNOW YOU LADY!!! So, I'm off the hook, thank goodness, she's going to call Kayla's father and tell him he's going to have to figure something out. And she couldn't have done that from the start, WHY???

So, that's my story. I'm off to get another tattoo. All the rest are hidden. Not this one. Smack dab in the middle of my forehead.