Ummm…where’d the summer go? I thought I would get so much done this summer, but ended up being MORE busy with the kids to watch 24/7 than I was before school let out. School starts again Monday. Yipee.
Umm…Kevin, you’re not aloud to read this. Turn away, go back to doing whatever you were doing. I haven’t done anything. Yeah, I know… the last time I said that was when I got pregnant with Quentin, but I didn’t do that by myself buddy.
(Is the room clear?)
O.K. I have to fess up. This happened to me yesterday. I’m totally
embarrassed. Olivia’s best friend Karen spent the day with us b/c her
mom works at the school and had to work today. When she came to pick
up Karen, I was down in the basement working on a fitting with my
babysitter Kelley, just sewing and chatting, blah, blah, blah.
Kelley is a saint. She’s babysat my kids all summer long when I’ve needed to run to the store or whatever, maybe a total of 25 hours over the summer. She’s done is totally for free and I’m exchanging sewing business clothes for her. She’ has…um…”figure issues”. She loves button down tops, but they don’t fit her. So I’m making her custom fit clothing for school (she’s a teacher)
Anyway, I’m just down in the basement sewing away on her muslin, trying it on her here and there and all of the sudden I realize that Quentin (my 4 year old) sounds like he’s talking to someone upstairs. Then I realize it’s time for Karen’s mom to be here. oops!
So I go up and she’s just sitting in my living room chatting with
Quentin (who …um..I left watching tv while I worked with Kelley). I think she may
have been there several minutes already. Then, get this…I don’t
know where the girls are. OMG. Well, I had told them they could go
play at the neighbors house about an hour before and the neighborhood
girls all move from house to house, nothing unusual, but really not
what I needed right then. Then, (oh, I’m not done yet), when I do
find them, they’re all red in the face, too hot or sunburned, couldn’t
tell right away, they’d been jumping on a trampoline at the
neighbors). I’m wondering if Karen will ever be aloud to come back!
I think I could get some bad mom award for that one.