Geeky Talks
Murphy Sucks
I remember a night when I was five years old, maybe four, when a babysitter came to our house. I was sitting at the table eating dinner and my parents were getting ready to go to a baseball game. I don’t know why I remember all this detail, but I do. I remember “sitting” in the chair much the same way my four year old daughter “sits” in chairs now: bouncing from feet to bottom, feet to bottom. It drives me mad as an adult but I remember being paid a dime to sit still and quiet for five minutes. Bribery worked even in the late seventies.
As my parents got ready to leave, I launched myself off the seat and hit the edge of the table. CRACK! SPLIT! BLOOD! I oozed from my chin as my mother grabbed me. “Call the doctor” I heard her yell. Next I remember being whisked in the car to the doctor, my head in my mom’s lap watching her face as the scenery went by the open window.
I remember the nurse telling me I could squeeze her hand as hard as I wanted when they did the stitches in my chin. I remember my mom looking worried on the other side. I remember the doctor leaning over me. And I remember the scrunchy toy I got when I was all done.
* (In lieu of the actual photo of me at five years old with the bandage, you get this, because I am not organized enough to actually FIND that photo. I am SO talented. Cough.)
I don’t know if my parents made it to the baseball game. I don’t know if they sat up with each other after I went to bed and shook their heads wishing they had a their night away.
I do know, I’m the parent now and I know what it’s like to have your child ruin your plans.
Remember my “First Vacation in Five Years OH JOY JOY!” post? Yea. That.
Saturday night Baby O came down with Croup. He struggled for most of two nights, tossing and turning and waking up raspy breathing. We canceled our trip to Las Vegas, my plans for the Ruby conference went out the window, and we hunkered down for a week of illness and rain. Not exactly the fun sunny working / playing week we had in mind. At all.
But this is what it’s like to be a parent: The giving up of your self and your own expectations of how life will go. Or even how the next day will go. Or maybe even later that same night.
Parenting is not for the weak. Or those how like to plan anything. Ever.
Tomorrow we’ll go to salvage the last two days of our vacation. We’ll get two nights alone, without sun or geeky fun, but alone, together. We’ll drop the almost - better children off at the grandparents and catch the last two innings of the game.
Who knows, maybe our team will even win.
* Oh look at this! Apparently this isn’t the first time our plans got shit on by our spawn. Go figure. Trending hash: #shitonmahplanz.
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Watch the game? Omg.
Just jump in the spa and HUMP.
Beeeruhtal.
& IDK about the spa, but HUMP sounds like a good suggestion!
We’ve been there SOOOO many times.
HOW DO THEY KNOW?!
And you can catch nastiness from an unknown spa…jussayin.
I hope the last few days of vacation are sanity replenishers!
Happy Mother’s Day!
That’s exactly what it’s like at times, I hear ya!
Usually it’s best to plan some “alone” time near-by and close to home, but sometimes you just need to get Away and out of everything for a short break all-together. Hope you got to the game and enjoyed some kind of short break after all! ;o)
Touche’! Though, I might add, parenting IS definitely for those who enjoy insanely spontaneous cuteness and affection from little people who actually tell you how much they love you just because you feed them and wash their clothes…