I'm BORED

Go ahead, take a screen shot.  You have never seen those words anywhere near my name before.  Seriously, this is a crisis I tend to generally avoid. 

Explanation, the Boy's follow up appointment with the great Camille Crawford didn't go as well as I expected.  He is still on the mend but has some "junkiness" in his right lung that requires further treatment.  It also requires REST and fluids.  Every time the poor child sits down somewhere he falls asleep.  I can not in good conscience go at our typical pace.  That would be negligent.... I guess.

If you follow the boy's coming and goings, you might be tricked into believing I am special.  Not true.  The boy is special.  What I am is .... FRIGHTENED to death to be at home alone with a little boy and all of that energy with no help absorbing any of it. 

I could end up like my friend Marjorie at work who babysits her 8yr old nephew every Saturday morning.  Poor Marjorie.  She doesn't have any children, so she is not prepared with the arsenal of weapons to keep a young man from wearing YOU down.   She plays basketball with this kid... INDOORS...then they move it OUTDOORS...then SHE fixes lunch while HE rests....whats wrong with that picture?  Marjorie works more hours than I do.  On Saturday that kid goes home with something left in his tank and she is WIPED out... NEVER I say.... NEVER.  

My goal at the beginning of each day is to still be standing when the boy is laid out!   Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I fail.  But, I promise you I win WAY more than I lose.   The boy actually helped me a lot as a toddler by refusing to take a nap.  He just wouldn't do it.   Eventually, I figured out that it was to my advantage.  

On a typical Saturday, I get up, exercise, make up some waffle batter and wait.  While he's sleeping I am getting myself together. When he wakes up I am fully dressed, made up and ready to roll.  You cant let a kid be sitting around relaxing while you work...that's going to be a situation down the road. 

I get him up at the last minute and make him run like HELL.   Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!   Brush your teeth in the shower, quick get dressed, pack up.  When he gets out of the shower, I load him up on waffles or pancakes... nothing invites Negritis like something with syrup on it!   Then grab a bag let's go.  The bag will have equipment for whatever game he's playing that day...typically basketball or baseball.  Off we go to the game.  When the game is over, we have to go to the cages... batting cages or to a gym to work on that hook shot... but back to back activity is always good.   Then to the grocery store...try Sam's, nothing wears them down like those concrete floors.  Go up and down ALL of the aisles.  Hey, Dhanis doing a book signing.  Let's go bake a cake and stop through.   Cyclones are in town, let's go to the game.  Let's go to Dayton, catch a Dragon's game.

At 11pm we are pulling down the drive way... He's nodding.  He'd be asleep but I won't let him go.  Every time he doses off, I ask a question he can't answer so he has to Google it.  We get in.  Hot bath.  Quick snack and at 11pm he's cooked. 

I WON!   I turn on the TV search through my recorded shows find that episode of Basketball Wives, poor a glass of wine and lay down on the divan.  

The next morning I wake up.  Full glass of wine on the end table.  Unwatched episode of Basketball Wives still cued up.  Oh well, I STILL WON!