"Fake" rites of passage
|One of my favorite Anne Taintor magnets|
I'm "fake mommying" this week. You may call it babysitting, tending, caring, nannying, etc. I call it fake mommying. It's just me and four kids while their parents are out of town.
I've watched these kids before. They are great kids. Incredibly obedient and know the rules. It really isn't a tough gig at all. And it helps that I genuinely like them too. We have fun together- well, sort of.
This week has been a little tough on all of us. When I arrived one kid was getting over the flu, and another one had it. We think the baby had an easy case of the flu the week earlier. Their dad had the bug as they were leaving town. We had high hopes that the remaining kid and I would be okay. The house was aired out, disinfected, and kids quarantined.
I managed to get the flu about 48 hours into my stay here. (Major parenting rite of passage for me there- watching a toddler while miserably sick!) And tonight we are on flu-watch with the remaining kiddo (he's 11). He didn't eat dinner because his stomach felt funny. And he voluntarily went to bed 30 minutes early. If the symptoms the rest of us got mean anything, he'll be miserable in about 4 more hours. (Which begs the question, why am I not trying to get some sleep while I know I still can??)
Right before bedtime we discussed what we would need to do if he starts to get sick. Trying to remind him that he would need to come wake me up, I asked "what else will we do?" He very solemnly asked me if we could please call his grandma and have her come take care of him. "She's raised kids already. She knows how to do this sort of thing."
I guess the "fake" part of my "fake mommying" is showing!
We have also had a little adventure in sleepwalking. But not mine! Nope! I wasn't the one doing it this time. Instead it was the 6 yr old. It started with a very bizarre conversation with her about pushing buttons around midnight when I went in to check on her. Later I woke up around 2 am and just "knew" something was wrong. I turned over to find her inches from my face talking about being lost. I put her back in bed just to wake up 30 minutes later to find her mumbling in the living room. I could not get any sleep after that because I was too terrified she would do something dangerous in her sleep! (She has no recollection of any of it.)
And if that wasn't enough parenting rites of passage this week, we still have the high schooler going to homecoming! We (she and I) are looking forward to getting her all ready for her big date this weekend.
I am really hoping for no "rites of passage" with the two year old. Let's hope he's had this flu (we're not positive that he has), and there are no major dramas with him. Which reminds me, if you aren't following The Honest Toddler on Twitter, or his blog, you are missing out on some truly funny stuff. (My favorite tweet, "Mommy's pinterest abomination came out of the oven smelling like lies.")
Wish us luck!
(Another Anne Taintor classic-