On the nights I work, I go in at 4 p.m. A few minutes prior, I drop the kids off at a drop-in daycare that charges $12 per hour. They are there for at least an hour and my mother picks them up and takes them home. However last Friday, she was out of town and that is usually Jeff’s day to stay out late. The kids were going to be at the drop-in daycare for at least 5 hours, almost 6 before Jeff could pick them up. At that rate, what’s the point in working.
I was in bind.
I know, I should just hire a babysitter. We had a babysitter last year, a real sweet high school girl that I have known since she was 11. While watching the kids, she decided to take a NAP and itty bitty Baby Troy crawled up the stairs while Zoe played Barbies in the living room. My mom came in the front door with groceries just in time to see 11 month old Troy, who couldn’t walk, tumble down the stairs like a sack of potatoes before coming to a stop by slamming his head onto the hardwood floor.
Needless to say, the babysitter was relieved of her duties.
So, last Friday in order to avoid paying $72 in drop-in daycare fees, I called in a favor to my ex-husband to ask him if he could watch the kids. Plural. Like including the one that isn’t his.
He actually said yes.
Zoe said they had fun and Baby T only cried once, when he got his crumbs on his hands and her dad didn’t know to wipe them off. Baby T does not like crumbs, he’s very tidy that way.
They also came home with this: Tackball.
I asked Zoe where she got it and she said she made it with stuff she found in her dad’s desk, stuff being 1,284 tacks and a ball.
This gives me a heart attack just looking at it. Why do you think a 22 month old would be interested in Tackball? Because he sees a buffet. Nevermind the $24,ooo worth of toys in our living room, a major UFC fight broke out in our house this weekend over Tackball because I took it away from them. Zoe opted to plead her case because she could see Tackball’s future was grim.
“Can I just play with it when Brother goes to bed?”
“You don’t understand, it’s an invention.”
And my favorite: “It’s not like I’m going to eat the tacks!”
Born September 25, 2009
Dismantled September 30, 2009
Gone and Hopefully Forgotten