March 21, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
It’s over. Back to normal on Monday. Sorta. Bugaboo still has another week off (thank you, year-round schedule) but after having this many kids all week? No problem. I’ll never complain about Bugaboo again. Maybe.
To celebrate, I scheduled a babysitter. Our first real, paid babysitter that isn’t a relative. Yes, the first one ever. As in, we’ve never left them with anyone that didn’t share our DNA. I knew full well that after this week I’d need to get out someplace and just relax with the husband. So we found the world’s best babysitter. No, really! THE BEST BABYSITTER IN THE WHOLE WORLD! And I’m not just saying that because her family reads this blog (Alright. Maybe I am). THANKS JOE AND TRISH for sharing her! She is awesome, jumped right in, didn’t seem phased by poo or stimming or running around and was cute and friendly to boot. In other words, I want her to move in forever. Can I have her? PLEASE? I’m serious. Bugaboo loved her. I mean, he is a very cuddly, happy and affectionate little guy, but she walked in, he took her hand immediately and loved on her for three hours straight. And I wasn’t nervous, and I only checked my cell phone three times, and only after the Margarita wore off.
What have we learned this week, kids?
- Keep them busy. Every minute of every day.
- Run them ragged. Every minute. See above.
- Schedule an outing each day. The cheaper the better. Unless their mother is treating, in which case, splurge on the moonbounce place.
- Pack a bag of books, puzzle books, coloring supplies and snacks/drinks when there is a waiting room (and we are waiting in it).
- Feed them. Often. With healthy stuff, like yogurt, fruit and lean proteins. Skip the junk and sugar except for RIGHT BEFORE THEY GO HOME. Kidding. Maybe.
- Get stuff from Goodwill and dollar stores to keep them busy and only pull it out when you need it. Five hours of dress-up yesterday. Five Hours of dress-up today. That equals ten hours of peace, for those of you not good at math.
- Skip the electronics, makes them peevish.
- OUTSIDE. OUTSIDE. OUTSIDE.
- Straighten every night, get a load of laundry in, get the dishes done and make sure clothes are out and things are ready for the next day. Use the crockpot for dinner!
- Take a shower first thing, before anyone else wakes up (it is the only peace and quiet you will get for twelve hours or more).
- Ibuprofen. For the headaches. Not the ones the kids give me, for the ones I gave myself (because, after the head-hitting fiasco from the other night? This morning I whacked my head on the dome light in the car. Same spot. And then this evening? Hit it on the Oh-Jeebus handle on Darling’s car. Same spot. Yup, it’s hurtin’ again.).
See? A little planning goes a long, long way. I decided to approach this as a job. If I were working (I mean, outside the home, like in an office or something), I’d have to plan a project, organize my thoughts, make a list, get things done in succession, prioritize and stay organized, right? And I’d be expected to do it to the best of my ability to get paid for it, correct? That’s what I did, see. Very professional of me, right?
(Who are we kidding. I did it because I’m a control freak and I wanted everything to go smoothly because I was deathly afraid of the kids staging a mutiny and taking me hostage for tastykakes and chocolate milk.)