Thursday January 10, 2008

Best Part of the Day -
"I'm having trouble managing the mansion. What I need is a wife." Governor Ella Grasso

I was an efficiency machine today. And I was a nice one - like Arnold in T2. The babysitter was perfectly on time. I got gas for the car and Diet Pepsi on sale on the way to workout. There was even this car parked in my way and I didn't freak out. I just re-entered the gas station and found the owner and asked him to move it. And everyone in the little gas station was so nice and friendly. OH my. After the workout, I:

1. Mailed two packages and picked up a package at the post office (due to the non-delivery of my mail for five days)
2. Picked up dry cleaning (not for me, of course. These days I would never wear something I thought could be ruined by water and soap.)
3. Returned two pairs of little boy boots to LL Bean (2.4 year old would not put his feet in them).
4. Went produce/hoity toity grocery shopping at the nice grocery store
5. Returned a bag full o' clothes to Target
6. Went low brow shopping at Wal-Mart
7. Recycled all my plastic bags at Wal-Mart

I was cheerful and chatty and felt very satisfied with my errands. Even realizing that I was (truly) channeling Ginny (my mom), it didn't stop my pleasure with the minor victory over my to do list.

Worst Part of the Day - I hate to end on a bad note ... but it follows in the timeline. I get done with the last of the errands and head home. The babysitter has been with the boyz from 8:30 a.m. to noon. I arrive home, grab some grocery bags and walk through the door to find ....... some type of granola bar ALL over the kitchen floor. Seems 2.4 year old had thrown it all over and the babysitter was making him pick it up. Fine. But where is the kid? Oh she had put him up in bed for a time out. Okay .... but then why had she not finished cleaning? I mean no way that he can hold a broom and dustpan or work the vacuum which is the ONLY way this stuff is going to disappear. I agree with him cleaning part of it up, but then it is the adults turn. Not to mention that this is not just one throw of food - it looks like ten throws. I check on they boy and he is asleep. Clearly she was not going to clean this up!!!! After she leaves, I get out the broom and dustpan and then out comes my vacuum cleaner (which I do live for - but maybe not so much at that moment). I wonder, should a babysitter be this frustrating? Must ask others and find out.