She Forgot

I purposely signed my big kids up for a precious few activities this summer. I wanted to spend time with them doing fun things instead of sending them off to have fun without me and (and this is a big and) all of those activities are expensive.

So far we’ve enjoyed a trip to my mom’s in South Carolina and Camp MEOW, but we’ve also had a few days at home playing Legos, games, and the like. I’ve taken them on a few “adventure” walks, which hopefully will inspire a post soon.

We’ve also seen our fair share of FIGHTING. Ohmygoodnessgracious, the fighting. They’re at ages where anything the other does is provocative – “She’s looking at me funny!” and “He said I couldn’t sit on the couch with the blue pillow, that I had to sit with the yellow pillow and I don’t like the yellow pillow,” kinds of fights.


To preserve my mental health and to insure that I have the emotional energy to make it through our weeks together, I have scheduled some sitters here and there. I scheduled one yesterday. My plan was to go on a nice long, restorative walk. Then I was headed to the chiropractor and off to run errands to prepare for Little As SECOND birthday today.

I emailed her the night before to confirm, and she said she’d be here at 8:30 am.

I planned my entire day – no, week – around this sitter coming.

So, of course, you know what happened, right?

Eight-thirty comes and goes, and no sitter. But hey, it’s Atlanta and we have traffic. So I waited.

Nine comes and goes, and still no sitter. I called and left a voice mail.

She calls back and asks, “So, were you able to find someone else?”

“What?” I asked her. “Why would I be looking for someone else? You are scheduled to work. You aren’t on your way?”

“No. I forgot.”

She forgot.

She forgot.

Sixteen hours after we had confirmed via email.

She forgot.

I dragged the kids to the chiropractor. We grocery shopped together. We parked illegally on a one-way street so we could fetch the amazing locally-made popsicles we needed for Little A’s birthday.

They were troopers.

Me? Not so much.

I needed that time alone. I planned on the restoration that the solitude and productivity can provide. I had phone calls I needed to make.

I’d love to say I rose to the occasion, but honestly, I was off all day. I yelled more than I should, and I found myself trying to pull away from the kids just to get a moment to myself. (Mothers of three wee ones will probably understand that that was a failed effort.)

I’ve come to the place where I can pretty easily recognize when I’m going towards that place of stress. And, I’ve gotten decent at cutting back on expectations, activities and the like.

But what I can’t control is babysitters who forget to come to my house.

“I planned my entire day around you being here,” I told her tearfully. “I needed this time.”

And it wasn’t just about the errands.

2 Responses to “She Forgot”

  1. on 22 Jun 2014 at 9:36 pmVictoria

    I feel like you write these blogs just for me! How can that be?

  2. on 22 Jun 2014 at 9:40 pmKristine Rudolph

    Well, hopefully it’s not because we use the same sitter service and you’ve had the same fate.

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