Tuesday, November 30, 2004

The Wrong Week to Quit the Merlot

Well...

Do you want the bad news first, or the good news?

Okay, the bad news: I was working away on writing my radio show when Dad called to say that Mommy had two seizures this morning and had to have a CAT Scan. I asked him if he wants me to get Peter to come home so I can go down to New York, but he said no. I think he's up to here with concerned visitors. The man is overwhelmed.

So, we're waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

I asked Dad if he knows when the doctors will have the results, but nobody has told him anything. I think the worst part of getting sick is not the sickness but having to wait around for the freaking doctors.

The good news is I got a baby sitter for Saturday night. We're going to New York to--wait for it--see the tree, which is pretty amusing for a girl who grew up in New York. I'm in Connecticut now, which I adore, but I never miss an opportunity to go to New York.

We've needed a babysitter for some time. The teenagers aren't available. They'd rather work in Target with their friends, and who can blame them? B. suggested that we hire his daughter's soccer coach's girlfriend, who "really needs the money," but Peter had reservations.

We'd lent the soccer coach our car for several months, and he got drunk and used it as a trampoline, so it has big dents on top. Peter figures that if the girl is stupid enough to go out with a clown who jumps on a car, she can't have the best judgment.

But. We. Need. A. Night. On. Our. Own.

So, I was thinking, maybe we could put an ad up at the Senior Center. Maybe we could get some older woman who actually likes children and would play board games with them, and maybe teach them how to knit or do needlework.

And, magically, our friend's mother, who does not have grandchildren of her own said she'd be delighted to take the little buggers, and isn't Sponge Bob in the theaters right now? I didn't even have to go to the Senior Center!

My head is quite tight for somebody who has shunned caffeine all day, but perhaps that's because I got not one, but two, calls from the school nurse. The first one required me to dash off to the supermarket for Rolaids for Child One, who was suffering from stomach pains after combining apple sauce, pretzels, and water. The second call required me to retrieve Child Two, who feared she was going to throw up after a friend twirled her in the playground.

Once I got her home, the first thing she did was take a running jump on the couch and land in a headstand.

Scammed again.

I did wash the kitchen floor, though. What a blessed relief. Perhaps I won't wake up in a cold sweat tonight.

Saturday is only four days away. A night out in Manhattan with husband and friends! No children in sight (well, not ours, anyway)! Whatever will I wear?

I am a somewhat happy girl.