Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Punchy Night Terrors

To my Philippine friend, who wanted to hear more about New York....

Sadly, it was a typical end to the day. Run out of office in desparation. People do not understand meaning of "must get off phone now", and, once again, this mother can't get it together and is relieving the nanny late. Run home. 3 messages, all reminders of stuff Poker Chick is letting fall through the cracks. Accountant reminding her to come in. Oh yeah. Friend reminding her to call and book the freakin' vacation in a couple weeks already. Health insurance people calling. They called last week and Poker Chick accidentally hung up on them. She tried to call back but their lines were down and she forgot about it the next day. Oops. Packages to open. More gifts for the mini. Lovely gifts, Poker Chick appreciates the love. Really, please don't take it personally that the thank you note or call hasn't come yet. She'll get around to it. In two months, maybe. Next minute, listen to nanny passing along the message that other moms are wondering why the mini is the only kid whose mom did not sign up for a "shabbat mom" slot. Why? Because Poker Chick is the only freakin' mom in the class that has to work to afford the damn school. So chill out, parents and lay off the guilt. It ain't helping.

Where were we? Oh yes, taking off the jacket. See, all this was just the first minute. Kid and nanny talking at once, sounds like five people yelling at once, don't know what to listen to. Kid wants milk, nanny says keys at front desk missing. Poker Chick pauses to look at mini "that's not how you ask for something!", waits for compliant "please may I have milk...". Continue listening. Keys. Does Poker Chick's friend have them? No. That leaves only the cleaning lady and she does not have the keys. So now we have to go do the doorman search and all and figure out where the heck they're hiding in that lobby box. What a pain in the @ss.

But wait, there's more! Someone was robbed in a building close by the other day. Some guy disguised as a FedEx dude. Seriously! And last night there was also a murder in Poker Chick's cozy little neighborhood. Last night!! Murder!! One person dead, another good samaritan who tried to intervene in critical condition. But hey, at least it wasn't in a nice fancy doorman building right near Poker Chick and the mini. And at least it wasn't in her kids' friend's building. Oh, wait.....

That's right. It was. And now Poker Chick's keys are missing. And this girl here (yes, she's big enough to admit it) sometimes gets afraid in the dark. You know, things go bump, scary guy in mask she's been expecting all her life must be breaking in, all that realistic jazz. Yep, we're pitiful like that. So until we either find Poker Chick's keys or change the locks, suffice it to say this girl will be tired. Dead tired. (Ha! I kill me! Hey, that's one too....)

3 comments:

wheelsonthebus said...

And, may I add, how do the parents with younger children at home, even if they don't have paid employment, volunteer?

Poker Chick said...

Indeed. Good question!

ALM said...

Yeah. I've been there. The non-understanding of the stay at home moms & the whole Shabbat Mom thing... although the pressure to volunteer is actually WORSE now that my kids are at public school.