The Things We Say We Won’t Do 5 September, 2008 at 7:50 pm
So, this morning Kiir wasn’t feeling well (exhausted, tired, etc), so I had a brilliant plan to let her have a day of rest — I called my parents and took DK down to their place for the day ;)
So, after gathering together basically all of his diapers that I could find (because half a dozen that I found easily just didn’t seem like nearly enough), I drove him down and dropped him off before walking over to the Metro station by their house and mass transiting my way to work a smidgin on the late side.
But when I took him in I did some of those things that I had told myself I wouldn’t do. Those things that parents always do and everyone always silently (and usually inwardly) rolls their eyes at? Yeah, those. I had two of those reusable grocery bags filled with stuff. In my defense, one was almost completely full of diapers, the other was diapers and spare clothes for the boy.
I took over a few of the videos he enjoys. Word World and Signing Time. Even though (a) my parents almost never use their DVD player; (b) I use the vids largely to distract him when I’m making dinner or something where I just don’t need him offering his assistance; (c) Yeah, like my parents were gonna waste time letting him watch tv :o But I took them over, “just in case”.
Before I left, I was running through what was in the bags. And I made a comment about how they had bathing suits if they decided to set up his pool. Then I realized. This was THE thing. That part of a movie where the worried parents are going through the whole huge list of every little thing. All I needed to do now was to start saying things like “And remember, he likes his blue blanky when he takes a nap, unless he’s in the car, then he wants the yellow blanky.” or something equally inane and stupid. Because you know what? THEY HAD KID(S)! They can probably muddle through a day, and he can probabl survive without everything being JUST the way he likes it! (not that he has that many particular things) I tried to gracefully cover up by saying “and you had a kid, so you can probably figure anything else out,” Except I mumbled, so I had to repeat it.
At which point they made sarcastic comments about how it had been a few years, and they hoped none of the parts had moved. the feet were still on the bottom of the legs, right? *sigh* I really never wanted to be that guy :/
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