Saturday, July 11, 2009
5:15pm – Arrival at my mother’s home with my 6 month old son. Greeted by 2 female critters, ages 11 and 7
5:42pm – Mother departs and the children and I are alone. Completely alone. Until 3pm the next day
5:43pm – What in the sam hell was I thinking? Note to self – MrsTDJ doesn’t really like kids that much, with the exception of her own. They’re ok to look at and chat with for a few minutes, but bonding for hours? Not so much
5:44pm – 3pm tomorrow? Really? I don’t know if all 4 of us will make it. Somebody is going down and it’s even money on me or any of the kids
5:53pm – You’re 11 and you don’t eat meat. Seriously, just fish and turkey? Houston we have a problem because I’m making chicken quesadillas. Why didn’t you tell me before? Guess it’s just cheese and refried bean quesadillas for you.
6:39pm – Ok, I fed them, why won’t they calm down and go to sleep or something?
7:12pm – Note to self – correction to earlier statement. Amend, “doesn’t really like”, to “absolutely hates the kids”
7:47pm – Sponge Bob is not really for the kids, I see. I’m gonna go ahead and turn that off.
8:03pm – Note to self – although MrsTDJ is an only child and would do anything for her Mama, she hopes that her Mama will never again ask her to babysit
8:11pm – Mobile post to Facebook, “Someone slap me or save me!”
8:33pm – Hmm, responses from 2 friends who are in the general area. Maybe I really can get someone to come over to help.
9:17pm – Text from Mother, “How’s it going?”
9:18pm – Response to Mother, “We are surviving. No injuries or only minor damages to the house.”
11:56pm – Wait? They’re not sleep yet? Dear God, why won’t 3pm COME NOW????????