Today I stepped ever so slightly out of my customary box. I went back to school. Well, sort of. I signed up for, and attended, an advanced Photoshop class at the local junior college. But to go out of the house for anything other than a soccer practice pick up after the hour of 6 p.m. is s pretty big deal for me. Right before the class started I got super nervous. What if the other sutdents looked at me and just knew that I was oooooollllllld? I don’t even own a pair of jeans that fit so I had to wear a pair of black slacks. There was no way I would fit in with the other students. And although I dabble quite a bit in Photoshop, what if all the other kids knew way more than me and snickered that I should go hop in a mini van and go find my kids….
Turns out I was a bit off mark. I was actually the youngest person in the class. Yep. Some of the students were friends of my parents. And the content? Not completely over my head but varied enough to teach me some new stuff. I walked away feeling excited and plugged in in a way I have not for so long. It was so cool to be out of the house when it is dark and learning something other than something pertaining to my kids.
After class as I walking to my car the cell phone rang, it was Loren. “Mom, where are you? I’m so hungry and Mia won’t feed me.”
“Um, Loren, there is food in the fridge. Microwave the sloppy joe mix and put it on a bun.”
“I can’t. Mia has been on the phone all night and I have to watch Devon.”
Looking at my watch, I cried, “What? It’s 9:06!”
“Yeah. Please come home mom, we need you.”
I got home to find my mother pacing back and forth in the greenhouse. She waved me in to the house to where I was attacked by my Momma’s Boys. Devon adhered himself to me while I heated up the sloppy joes for Loren. As Devon was nuzzling my neck and giggling into my ear, my mom came in and explained that all hell had broken loose when I left, Loren’s soccer practice ride home had fallen through, a family had arrived to look at the pop-up camper she is selling. A family friend who has been in the hospital with a spinal staff infection called to check in on her. Devon refused to go to bed (he had a late nap). It was just that kind of evening. I looked around at the mayhem and informed her that if this is the sort of show she runs I will leave, I will have to find a more responsible babysitter. She gave me a sanitized show of her middle finger and asked me to pour her a glass of wine. I’ll give her one more week, if she doesn’t shape up I’ll have to fire her ass.
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Good for you. I’m proud you are taking a class…
Who is this Mia? I would be scared of her….
Oh I am totally scared of the Miatch.
Janet, AKA Wondermom, Mia is the nickname everybody uses for Heather’s mom. LOL.
What is this? I come looking for updates every day and then the few days I don’t, I come back and there are three?!
It was hilarious reading this post juxtaposed with the one about you missing your mommy the other day– and then to read Janet’s question. It just occurred to me how this post must have read to someone who doesn’t know that Mia is your mother. ROFL.
Careful with that community college stuff. Look what happened to Kelly … she went way over the top and they are still writing about it in the daily newspaper.
Grandparents are both the best and worst babysitters. Best because they are free and usually available and love your kids, worst because they don’t really care one whit about instructions from the parents. Plus, I think there does exist some deep-down desire to sort of stick it to the parents (their own children) for long-past transgressions.
My mom wanted to take Kiddo two days a week, instead of day care. They travel alot, so I had to tell her she was just too unreliable.