Babysitting's a life

Amanda struggled to keep her balance on her new 5 inch Jimmy Choos while Beverly hung on to her right leg and Samantha clung to her right arm.
“Guys come on, please…” Amanda begged the little girls as she crashed against a wall, “Sam, Bev, let go of me! Girls that’s enough, please stop it…get off!!! Arghh!” She shook them off herself with difficulty, and as soon as they were not grabbing her, she took each of them in one hand and put on a straight face. “Girls, what am I going to do with you two? I said stop like a thousand times and I’m sure you heard me, why don’t you listen to me? I am not leaving yet. Of course not,” her face went from one blond girl to the other, and her voice softened a little, “I’m waiting for your mom to get here, but I got ready earlier to be prepared when she gets here.”
“But mommy said you couldn’t eave us alone Anda,” Beverly stuttered as her tear stained cheeks grew redder, calling Amanda the name she and her sister called their baby sitter because they couldn’t pronounce her name.
“Yes, she said that,” sniffed an identical little girl.
“I’m not…” Amanda explained she saw the girls would not understand so she decided to change the subject ad forget the little temper tantrum. “How about we go to the TV room and watch some TV, yeah?”
The girls squealed with delight at the proposal, and they wiggled away happily. Amanda sighed, sometimes being a nanny was a lot harder than most people thought. She strutted through the ample hallways, past several art pieces, and into a large room filled to the brim with movies, puppets, toys, and a huge flat screen TV in the end, where the twins were already singing along to one of their many favorite shows. Amanda smiled to herself, the games room was one of her favorite spots in the large 5th avenue apartment. It reminded her of the games room she and her sister had had, a much smaller one of course, and the girls entertained themselves so she had time to do her own thing. She sat in the purple loveseat and extracted her copy of Angels and Demons out of the small Prada purse slung at her shoulder, laying the bag on the neat white carpet.
One hundred and fifty pages and three TV shows later the large wooden door was lamed, and a rhythmic click-clack rang trough the apartment. Amanda sighed with annoyance as she read the big Mickey Mouse clock on the wall, 8:35. Mrs. Henderson had promised her that today she would be home at 7:00. She usually got out at 7:30 every day, but Amanda had asked to leave at seven that night, and her boss had promised her she would be there early to take care of the kids. An hour and a half later she had walked in, and Amanda was already too late to get to the party she was planning on going too.
“Hello!” cooed Mrs. Henderson as she walked into the room. Her 5 foot ten, slim frame towered high above the girls as they jumped up and down to greet her.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, look what I can do….look at me mommy, I can do it too” the girls danced around her showing of moves they had learned at school that day or waving their arms around for attention. It was always like that every time they saw her. She was a New York society hostess and was seldom home. When she was she was locked in her bedroom watching TV, gossiping over the phone, or in her amazingly big closet picking her outfit for that nights benefit. When she was with the girls her face was in a constant pout, but the girls barely noticed. They loved their mom, and thus they tried to impress her, get her attention, and win her affection.
“Oh darling,” the white blond woman cried as she waved her arms around to calm her daughters down. “I am so so sorry,” she proclaimed with a very fake voice. “I got stuck at that meeting and then there was a lot of traffic coming here. Honestly, I feel so bad.” Yeah right, thought Amanda to herself. You wok as an interior designer, how late could a meeting run, the only thing you do id buy expensive furniture for your friend’s apartments. “Oh don’t worry about it,” Amanda replied with a sweet tone, her mind reeling on ways to get to the party quickly, and filing with hypocrisy as she contemplated hoe much she hated her boss. “It’s okay, really,” It wasn’t okay at all, Amanda was very mad, but she had to keep her job.
“Well go then, I don’t want to keep you any longer, have a nice night, see you tomorrow.” Mrs. Henderson waved to her and turned to her kids, who had now returned to the TV and were dancing along to some theme song.
“Ok, bye,” Amanda said as she backed out the glass doors and into the large hallway. She strutted to the door, got on the elevator, went down 12 floors, and excited the elegant lobby into the chilly New York night breeze.