Wednesday, August 08, 2007

My great idea

Daniel, Sabrina, and I were talking about how we wanted to see the new Bourne movie, but couldn't go due to lack of a babysitter. Then, I came up with my brilliant idea. Why can't movie theatres provide babysitting like they do at fitness centers? Then I started thinking of possible obstacles and solutions to those obstacles.

Obstacle #1: I don't want my kid around other kids of questionable health.
Solution: Just like when you take your dog to get groomed or boarded for the first time, you have to provide a shot record. Well, the first time you take your kid to movie theatre babysitting (MTB), you bring along your child's immunization record to be entered into the child's online file. Also, children running a fever or who are obviously sick will not be admitted.

Obstacle #2: What if something happens to my child while I am in the movie?
Solution: Each parent will be outfitted with a vibrating pager (much like the ones used by restaurants). If you child gets injured or is hysterical, you will receive a page.

Obstacle #3: What about babysitter/child ratios?
Solution: To take advantage of MTB, you must call in advance to reserve a spot. Walk-ins will be accepted if there is space.

Genius, right?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Weekend recap

As I am typing this, Ellie is sitting on the floor next to me reading one of her books. Considering the wild thing she has been all day, I am enjoying this momentary lull. This has been a crazy, roller coaster of a weekend.

Saturday, everything seemed to go wrong. And some of those things were pretty expensive. Tom and I were at each other's throats because we were both so stressed out. But then we just decided to shrug it off and roll with the punches. Alex came over for dinner and we played Trivial Pursuit (Pop Culture and the 90s). I love playing Trivial Pursuit, but I totally suck at it. Also, I made chocolate chip brownies, but didn't have regular eggs so I substituted in Egg Beaters. Note to self: Egg Beaters do not work in brownies.Today, Ellie was awful in church. I tried to keep her occupied with books and Cheerios, but she wanted to run screaming up and down the aisles. I had to keep taking her out and I couldn't help thinking, "Why do I even bother coming when I spend the whole time in the hallway?" And then I ran into Bro. S. in the hallway and he was his usual offensive self. I know that I should just shrug him off, but his comments today really hurt my feelings. But, after church I went over to Daniel and Sabrina's for a really yummy dinner and hanging out with them really took the sting out of Bro. S.'s remarks. So, now that I am reflecting back on the weekend and Ellie is at my feet acting like a little angel (instead of the little hellion she was earlier), I feel pretty good about the weekend. Nothing like good friends and family to turn things around.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Luckiest person on earth

I am the unluckiest person I know. I never won BINGO at my childhood birthday parties, never won a door prize, never won a contest I entered in school, and never found the Easter eggs with the big prize inside. Three years ago, at a law office Christmas party, I was the only one at my table who did not get a door prize. And I was not surprised in the least.

But if I am so unlucky, how on earth did I get this?

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Ewwww

Last week, my mother-in-law came over to watch Ellie while Tom ran errands. Whenever my mother-in-law comes over, she feels the need to clean. Some people might be offended by this, but those people are crazy. It's like the people in Japan who found the money in bathroom stalls or falling from the sky and turned it in to the police even though the envelope it came in made it very clear it was a gift! And the people thought it was "spooky" that someone was giving out money. I say just be grateful for a good thing. Which is why I am always grateful when my mother-in-law comes over. But back to my story...so the last time, she asked Tom to pull the refrigerator out before he left so she could clean underneath and behind it. Guess what she found under my refrigerator? A hamburger patty. My only guess is that we had some left over and threw it on the floor for the dogs and one slid under the fridge. But you want to know what the really gross part is? I haven't made hamburgers in over 6 months.