When your single and child-free 20-something neighbor stops by unannounced at 3 p.m. and does. not. leave? She always has a big crisis and wants to talk about it. Which, listen, I get that. God, that is what this blog is based upon. I know crises. It just seems that she doesn't quite get that I have plans. Afterall, I'm a stay-at-home-mom. I must not have anything to do.
Actually, I didn't mind having her over. It was nice to have conversation and talk about Octo-Mom and look at all her cool 20-something magazines and analyze her relationship and talk about what jewellery she wants to get next (did I mention young, single, child-free?).
But, I kept saying to Becca, "Just a few minutes, and we're going to go on a walk!" Or I hinted about how I was trying to get to the gym or get some exercise in this afternoon. I tried to at least sit outside with her, but she was too cold. So, we stayed inside.
Suddenly, it was dinner time. Becca had been ignored all afternoon. No walk. No gym. I started getting dinner stuff together and asked if she wanted to stay and whether she wanted her boyfriend to come over when he got off work. Again, I didn't mind. The boyfriend asked me, "So. What did you do all day today?" I couldn't answer. First of all, I didn't think he wanted this answer "Got dressed in workout clothes, because that was GOING to happen today. Then, I cleaned cereal off the floor, cleaned Jell-O off the floor, fetched people drinks and food, tried to learn my solo for Sunday--which, is rather impossible while holding an infant and fending off a bored toddler, tried to decorate Easter eggs with a 3-year old hell-bent on scattering beads and glue and paint and glitter from here to Siberia, tried to run errands with two kids, wiped snot off Andrew's nose 123,897 times and off Becca's 34,685 times. Then, I talked to your girlfriend for 4 straight hours."
Then, it was 7 p.m. and my kids were in desperate need of some mommy time and needed to be put to bed and she was still here......I didn't know what to do.
So, I told her she could stay but I had to go upstairs and get the kids into bed. She went home. But now my house is trashed, the dinner dishes are all over the place, the kitchen in a disaster and I didn't get any exercise or outside time and the kids went to bed too late. So, it is almost my bedtime and I haven't done any of the ten bajillion things I needed to do tonight. As she was leaving she said, "Call me tomorrow! I won't be doing anything!" Umm. Right. No, I will be EXERCISING tomorrow and/or trying to do everything I didn't do tonight!
This happens a lot with her. And, I do like her and enjoy talking to her, but she comes over with no CLUE that kids have nap times and that when I say "Hi! Come in, I'm just about to leave to meet someone somewhere," that it doesn't mean, come in and stay for two hours. Or, when I say, after we've been chatting for a few hours, "Oh! Look at the time! It is naptime," she doesn't jump up and leave. What would you do??
I'm also thinking I need to take this post down at some point, just in case she ever finds this blog...
Why I Stayed Home.
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