Babysitting

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.