March 9, 2007
For Christmas, I gave my wife a long weekend away with one of her old pals from Law School (I colluded on this with her pal’s husband who gave the same gift). My insane travel schedule over the last year hasn’t exactly lightened her load on the home front, so I thought this might get me out of the dog house a bit.
Seemed like a great idea at the time.
That long weekend is THIS weekend, so now it is time to pay the piper. And do the laundry. And the dishes. And cook and clean (well, there is takeout…).
Should be interesting.
Crisis no. 1 already happened yesterday afternoon, within the first two hours of my wife’s departure. Of all days, the kids’ school decided yesterday would be a half day. I was pretty proud of myself — all on my own I lined up a babysitter to sub for me between noon and when I would be able to get home. (The Starbucks girl who makes my venti half-caf every morning. How could that go wrong — I see her every day of the year, practically family…)
Well, the babysitter never showed up. And I was not getting the messages from my kids, and then my wife, because we were having our annual meeting, and I didn’t have my cell on. Noon, 1 pm, 2 pm, 3 pm…
The 3 “older” kids were OK home alone for a few hours (just don’t tell social services) — the problem was that our preschooler, Lucy, never got picked up — at least not by me or the babysitter…
I finally got out of the annual meeting got the messages, and ultimately tracked Lucy down. At some hockey rink in god-knows-where. My wife had been able to track down another preschooler Mom, who took Lucy home with her, but then had to take one of her kids to hockey practice.
All’s well that ends well.
Since my wife doesn’t read my blog I can admit it here: this mom thing is hard work!