Tonight my husband hosted an "Appreciation Event" at a local bar/restaurant. There are some times in life when you know the odds are against you...tonight was one of those times. For weeks we've been trying to find a sitter so I could be by my husband's side. Husband was adamant that he wanted me to be there. "You HAVE to go, all the other wives will be there. Plus, I need you to tell me if my speech is okay." Did I mentioned my husband is very intelligent but a bit weak in the social skills? What a perfect pair we make.
So, we call every sitter we know and with this or that and ISTEP tests this week, no one can come over. Finally, last night we get a call from our neighbor-down-the-street whose dinner with her grandmother got cancelled. Yeah, she's able to do it! One obstacle down. All day today (the day of said event) the kids were uneasy, too tired perhaps. Baby girl decided not to nap and boy was she grumpy. The sitter showed up and the boy was still sleeping (at 5 o'clock) and the girl was writhing on the floor screaming for another banana. I made them their favorite-and probably most unhealthy dinner-mac and cheese with sausage and peas and went to the bedroom to get dressed. By this time I was running late. As I walked to the door my two loves followed me screaming, "I want to go!", "Don't leave!", "Wait, I need water!" I pried them off my leg, bribed them with the promise of donuts in the morning and clomped (I had my heels on but hadn't had a chance to pull up the slingbacks) out the front door.
Ahhh...out the door and on my way. I get there and order a nice, strong drink. "Malibu Rum and Coke, please." Then the food comes. I'd saved up my calories for the day so I could munch-and, boy, did I! Then the phone call came.
"I was reading your US Weekly because I thought they were asleep and they came out of the bedroom and Suave's bleeding and he said Sassy cut it with scissors." Well, yes, in fact this did happen. Sassy climbed up her over-the-door-shoe hangar and found her nail scissors. My crying boy got on the phone he told me they were playing "shaving" and she cut his ear. The panic in the babysitters voice didn't help so I told her I'd send another neighbor over. I called the mommy who lives in the house behind us and told her the story. She went over, cleaned the ear, bandaged it, had him show her his muscles and made sure the babysitter was willing to stay until I got home.
She did. Let's hope she'll be back. Then again, let's hope she won't.
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