Nervous Nellie
posted in OmegaDotter, OmegaMom, Parenting |OmegaDotter is in Big City.
I am at home.
OmegaDad is off at a conference about permafrost.
Did I mention OmegaDotter (six years old) is in Big City?
That’s like 65 miles away from here.
I am not there.
A friend’s mom offered to take the gals off for the day to go to Chuck E. Cheeze and various other spots. I said, "Sure!" And I was absolutely fine about it until about, oh, 11:30, about when friend’s mom was supposed to be picking her up from summer camp.
Immediately, my mind started thinking of Large Moose on the highway. You know there are lots of moose around here, right? And that hitting them at highway speed is a Bad Thing?
Or big earthquakes. You know there are earthquakes around here, right? And that we had a Huge Biggie back in ‘64, and even though our oodles of itty bitty 2- and 3-point earthquakes are probably releasing tectonic plate tension left and right, sooner or later we’ll have another biggie?
Or of the dotter just getting lost. In a mall. And being scared and lonely and wanting mommy.
Um.
It’s a good time to clean house; no Tigger-like six-year-old bouncing off the walls and stuff.
So I do a little, then think of moose. And do some dishes, and think of earthquakes. And do some laundry, then think of tired six-year-olds getting tired and cranky and saying or doing something that will scandalize friend’s mom forever. And sweep a floor, and think of bizarre electric shorts in pizza joints that send everything up in flames in mere seconds.
Damn. This was supposed to be relaxing!
(And, of course, about 15 minutes after I posted this, friend’s mom called and said they were having a grand old time and could she take them out for ice cream etc.?)
