When we were younger my dad used to say, "What'd you do Friday night?" - a rhetorical question he posed to himself. This was his way of referring to an evening spent doing something mundane, or irritating. This might happen if, for example, we had to drive somewhere and we were stuck in traffic.
Since February, Coach and I have done a lot of driving both out of state and in state to transport Reg and Curly to travel basketball games. June involved lots of local games when they played for their high school summer league two nights a week, not always the same two nights, and never in the same gym. Reg's school team also had weekend tournaments in June. Add to that the drive I took to collect Tank for Omaha in mid-May and the weekend in late April when I attended Notre Dame's admitted student day with Mini. Then our family spent that long weekend in Wisconsin in June with my side of the family. And last week, I was in GA with Reg for travel ball.
|I packed this box of toiletries for Georgia,|
and I ended up leaving it on my bathroom
vanity so it was ready for Milwaukee.
I might just continue this
method of toiletry storage.
In a word: busy.
I wouldn't trade it, honestly. I could've stayed home this weekend. Coach was willing to take Reg to Milwaukee for his last out of state b-ball tournament of the season. Tank, Mini, and Curly were caddying in a big tournament, so the house would be quiet. Messy, but quiet. I could JUST write, but would I end up doing laundry and being distracted by stuff at home?
I was on the fence about going to Milwaukee. Ed was like WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? Funny, sometimes I can't decide what I want to do, because I am busy thinking about what I should do. The house could use some attention, Lord knows. Coach texted me from work Friday a few hours before the departure time to Milwaukee.
Coach: I LIKE YOU. I LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU. I WANT YOU TO DO WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I'D LIKE YOU TO COME WITH US.
So, I'm drafting this post Sunday afternoon in my car between Reg's games. There's been a nice mix of getting some writing done and some social time- meeting the other parents out for a drink. While I've written so many chapters for my memoir (some forever ago), sometimes I realize that I've left something out. I finished up a chapter about some funny events from my freshman year of high school. I won't know if it's any good or not until I hand it off to Mini to
Saturday between games, Reg was hanging out with teammates at a different hotel. I was typing on my laptop and Coach and I had a movie on in the background. The Proposal. Did you know? This is one of my favorite movies. It isn't deep or thought provoking, but I just love it. Any other fans of The Proposal out there?
When we left our hotel for a game, we accidentally left the TV on and the movie had about 15 minutes left. No joke, when we walked back into our room the movie, which played repeatedly on the channel all day, was playing and was at almost the EXACT same spot as when we'd left. What can I say, it was like the universe was saying YEP, YOU NEEDED TO BE HERE THIS WEEKEND, PLEASE FINISH YOUR MOVIE NOW.
So, all this to say that prior to this relaxing, almost-didn't-come weekend, I had a frustrating encounter with one of the new sisters that I'm going to babysit for in the fall. (insert dramatic, doom-day-ish music here: . . . dum, dum, DUM, dum).
While I was in GA, one of the sisters, who I'll call Chloe because it's close to Clueless, texted me to ask if one of my girls could babysit on Friday the 22nd. I reached out to my girls. Mini already had a sitting job. Curly was supposed to play b-ball in Indianapolis, but her coach decided they aren't going. Not enough girls could attend. I texted Chloe back saying Curly could sit.
Chole: GREAT, WHAT'S CURLY'S RATE? MY ADDRESS IS 2231 CLUELESS STREET.
Um, your address, what?
In the chaos of packing the car and cheering for Reg I didn't respond to her. I needed to consult with Curly about her rate anyway. I decided to give Chloe the benefit of the doubt, she might've gotten my two girls mixed up and thought she'd lucked out and gotten Mini, who drives - thus, her text supplying her address. Since Curly doesn't drive, Chloe would need to come pick her up. Standard protocol for hiring a babysitter.
After I got home from GA, Chloe texted and asked if Curly needed to be picked up. I texted her Curly's rate and apologized for the lag in my response, explaining how hectic things had been. (The day after I got back from GA, Curly played ball in downtown Chicago for 3 days.) I said, yes - Curly will need a ride, since we are limited on cars and Reg plays in a tournament that weekend and game schedules don't come out till a few days beforehand.
Next she asked if Curly could get a ride home after babysitting.
Why would I be expected to pick up my kid from a sitting job? Before you answer that, understand: I would be more than willing to help out if someone asked me as a favor, as a one time situation. As in, MY HUSBAND IS OUT OF TOWN AND THE BABIES/CHILDREN WILL BE IN BED WHEN I GET HOME. ANY CHANCE SOMEONE CAN COME PICK HER UP WHEN I GET HOME?
There was no communicated 'favor.' A ride home? Seriously?
Coach and I collect our kids from friends' houses late Fri/Sat nights regularly, until they can drive. We often fall asleep on the couch, or are nodding off and have to decide who's gonna stay up.
Also, it's a Friday night. Given the Coach and I have done nothing but b-ball and travel, we would really, REALLY hope to meet another couple out for dinner or a drink that night - depending on Reg's game schedule. We've reached out to a few couples letting them know that our schedule is about to open up since b-ball is ending, and we'd sure love to get something on the calendar. Nothing has been set in stone, but should an opportunity arise - I'm not about to say SORRY, I HAVE TO PICK UP CURLY FROM A SITTING JOB. Shit, I'm not getting paid to give up my Friday night. I am not an Uber driver.
I saw this t-shirt in Wisconsin and it was
hard not to buy it for Coach. He could
wear it when he meets Chloe,
so she can have an 'aha' moment.
As in: oh, I get it, Ernie knows all.
This woman has 3 children ages 2 -8 yrs. Can she really only have ever asked her mom to babysit? Has she always managed to hire a driving babysitter? Or a neighbor who can walk? Asking parents to drive their kid to and from a sitting job is unheard of to me. And, as you know, this is not my first rodeo.
I texted her back and let her know that one of us might be able to get Curly, but I really wouldn't know until closer to the actual date.
Chloe: CAN YOU LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU KNOW? IT'S MY HUSBAND'S BIRTHDAY AND WE ARE GOING TO THE ADULT NIGHT AT THE POOL (I belong to that same pool, so I'm aware of these parties). I WILL BE HAVING A FEW BEVERAGES AND WON'T BE ABLE TO DRIVE HER HOME. I HOPE IT WORKS OUT. (I'm assuming they plan to
stumble walk home from the pool - it would be a bit of a walk, but I guess that's their master plan).
I stared at my phone in disbelief. I've attended similar events with my spouse. One of us always has to stop drinking at a certain point in order to drive home, or drive a sitter home. Can one not refrain from drinking after a point in order to be responsible? Isn't this a universal concept?
I'm not gonna lie. My visions of a smooth school year with normal families has become blurred. Is this just a one-off, or will these sisters be expecting services beyond the norm from my in-home daycare? Before our distracting and mostly relaxing trip to Milwaukee, I felt
a little very down in the dumps, as in WHY ARE PEOPLE SO STRANGE? Is my school year going to by challenging, again?
I wanted to text back and say: I'VE NEVER BEEN ASKED TO COLLECT MY KID FROM A BABYSITTING JOB. THIS IS NOT TYPICALLY HOW BABYSITTING WORKS.
Instead, I texted back what Mini suggested: UNFORTUNATLY I CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT ONE OF US WILL BE ABLE TO GET HER. THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE WE WILL, BUT I'M NOT SURE. IF YOU WANT TO HIRE SOMEONE ELSE WHO CAN WALK OR DRIVE HOME THAT NIGHT, THAT MIGHT MAKE SENSE. PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
Coach just wanted me to text back, I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE (implied: you can't drive the sitter home, then you can't have the sitter).
Chloe has not responded.
Also, may I point out that I've never received SO many text messages about one babysitting job. When I responded to say what we've been up to, can she not figure out that life over in Chez Shenanigan is not the eating bon-bons on the couch type of lifestyle?
Depending on Reg's schedule (which won't come out until Wednesday and he plays really close to home, for once), we might be able to meet a couple out. I'd hate to have to ask myself, rhetorically, SO WHAT'D YOU DO FRIDAY NIGHT? . . . only to answer, I PICKED UP CURLY FROM A BABYSITTING JOB.
Anyone with a crystal ball? Can you predict whether or not by school year will be a headache? I know it might've been awhile for some of you since you last hired a sitter, but do you find this strange? Who else loves The Proposal?