Babysitting

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On the drive home Thursday evening, we somehow got onto the topic of purberty. I do not know what precluded this conversation or how we got there. Like the conversations where my son refers to being homesexual, it just seems to happen. So we're talking about purberty. Jimmy figures he'll get a dig into Nora and says to her: "You don't know what you're talking about Nora, you haven't even hit purberty yet." She replies (without missing a beat), "Yeah, for all you know I'm wearing a tampon right now". Jimmy covered his ears and started screaming. That'll learn ya Jimmy not to mess with your sister.

I was suffering from the wine flu earlier in the week and agreed to babysit my two nephews TODAY. I had forgotten (or blocked it) all about this until my SIL called last night to tell me they will be dropping the boys off today at 9:00 am. That's right folk, 9:00 am. My kids are older, there's no need for me to be up and about at such an ungodly hour on the weekends. The boys sleep till noon anyway and Nora is quite self-sufficient. Oh, did I mention I agreed to keep their hound from hell adorable 7 month puppy too? I was obviously suffering from a temporary mental breakdown. This is the same dog that required me to loan brother and SIL $1400 two months ago, so they could remove the obstruction from his bowel. He had eaten the styrofoam tray from the garbage. Pretty sure he's not going to survive his day with Auntie Dual Mom.

So here I am. Waiting for the invasion of my home. First they'll want to wake my boys up because all the good stuff is in the boys' room. Now, my boys are teenagers. On the weekends, bedtime is whenever they fall asleep with the xbox controler in their hand, drool running down the side of their mouth because their minds are numb from playing video games. Chances are they're not going to appreciate two energetic little boys and their hound from hell waking them at 9:00am. Will I prevent this from happening? Nahh I'll consider it good solid entertainment, I'm just that type of Mom. Then my boys will be forced to entertain these two little boys for the next three hours. The little ones will have unrelenting questions about the games Jimmy and Monty are playing. They'll nag the boys to play with them, they'll ask, and ask, and ask, until finally my boys throw up their arms in defeat and agree to play with the little ones. heheheh Throw the hound from hell into the mix eating socks from their bedroom floor and it should make for an all around exciting day.

Nora is at this very moment cleaning their bathroom. I did not ask her to do this. I heart my daughter.

I just realized I haven't used the f word once in this post. Miracles do happen.

Happy weekend everyone.

5 comments:

Aunt Juicebox said...
November 7, 2009 at 4:01 PM

Awww. I babysit my 3 yr old niece on weekdays, and she's just the sweetest little thing. However, her 6 yr old sister has the heart and snails and puppy dog tails of a boy. When I have her on days when there is no school, it's WILD.

Lola said...
November 8, 2009 at 8:14 PM

Funny how I have the exact same reaction as Jimmy when someone says the word "tampon." I much prefer tampoon, thank you very much.

Actually, I cover my ears and start screaming when someone talks about their period or having cramps. Yeah, I'm a teenage boy trapped in an old hag's body ;)

I hope everyone survived the babysitting experiment!

theothermommy said...
November 8, 2009 at 8:42 PM

Oh how I can't wait for the weekends when the kids stay in bed past 7:30 am! Hope the hound didn't destroy the house :)

TONI B. said...
November 12, 2009 at 2:39 PM

That sounded like it was a fun filled day waiting to happen. I heart Nora too... I would have NEVER done that for my brothers without my father dragging me to their bathroom kicking and screaming!

Dual Mom said...
November 12, 2009 at 10:08 PM

OM - my mother used to tell me to be careful what I wished for when I used to say Ahhhh I can't wait until they are walking,talking, sleeping etc...because when it happened, I'd be eating my words. She was right. There are days I long for the way they used to wrap there arms around my neck and tell me they loved me (though I must admit...sleeping on Saturday mornings is sweet)

We all survived the babysitting debacle. Though I'm not sure if bro will ever ask me to babysit again, I let his kids play video games all day, fed them junk food,let them stay up waaayyyy late and showed the dog that people food is really a whole lot tastier than dog food. Isn't that what aunts are for?