Designated Sitter

Well it's been awhile since I've posted anything here but ideas have flooded my mind so it's high time I get some of that out there.

More and more I realize that being a mother makes me not only a nurse, a teacher, a housekeeper, a cook, a driver, a first grade Room Mom and even a hairstylist, but it apparently makes me a designated sitter.

Case in point: Whenever Babe wants to run to the grocery store for his Minute Maid fruit punch addiction it's okay because I'll be home with the kids making sure they are safe, warm, loved. If he decides on Sunday afternoon that he wants to check out the Broncos football game because, at the last minute, he got tickets then that will be just fine because I'll be home with the kids to make sure they are fed, clean, tucked into bed.

But when I am ready to do my thang I must put it on the calendar or remind him 10 times to be home because I cannot afford a sitter. In fact, here's how the conversation goes on an all-too-regular basis:

"I need you to be home on Saturday morning," I tell him as I pour apple juice for my little charges.

"Why? Where are you going?" He asks. Because I never set foot outside of 5961, never.

"The women's breakfast as the church, I'll be back around noon or so," I am sure to give myself plenty of time to "do me".

"Oh, okay."

When he is going to do whatever it may be, even if it's just work, it's never that involved unless I start the interrogation and usually all those jobs mentioned previously wear me out enough to just say, "love you bye".

"I've got some things to take care of," he'll say.

"Oh, okay," I'll respond because usually I'm busy doing SOMETHING kid-related.

"See ya'll later."

"Love you bye," we all yell.

So maybe it's my fault I'm always so accessible as childcare extraordinaire. I'll accept it as my own doing...maybe I'll have to make up "some things" I have to take care of!