I need this today.
So earlier in the week, against my better judgement, I agreed that Zach and I would watch my friend's son tonight. She's a particularly good friend and the past month she has made a point of being helpful to us. Now, mind you, I am ready to have my baby any minute and I am going off of massive amounts of medication and my body is having trouble adjusting. She told me that the concert she was going to tonight started around 7PM and ended around midnight, but that she would be here before that. I told her I could handle that as long as I could easily get a hold of her if I needed to. Again, I should have said no because her 11 year old, who I dearly love, is still whinier, more demanding and requires more attention than all three of my small children combined.
So this morning she calls at 8AM and asks if I want to go to a movie. I had a bad night sleep last night so I told her I'd have to take a nap and let her know later. After a several hour nap I was still feeling like crap, so when she called to ask if I could go Zach passed on the message that I was feeling sick and not able to make it. OK, she says, then she and L (another friend) are going to head over to our house to drop off her son and go shopping. This is at 1PM. Not 7PM so she could go to a concert like we agreed, but 1PM, 6 HOURS EARLIER! so she can go shopping with L. No asking if this is OK, she's already on her way. And she's still going to the concert tonight. So now instead of watching this kid for 4-5 hours, most of it after my kids go to bed, we are watching him for 10-11 hours. I essentially let it go because I don't have the energy to deal with confrontation today.
When she gets here I am having a blood pressure spell that requires medication and causes a severe dizzy spell. She still leaves the kid. So now I have been listening to him whine and fight with my daughters all day long, my husband has accomplished about half of what he had planned for the day because he's had to babysit this kid and I've been a complete physical mess.
The kicker? I'm sitting at the computer during a moment of actual consciousness today and the kid, who my husband had put to work helping him move stuff from the basement to the garage after he whined one too many times about being bored, says to me, "It must be easy being a woman and getting to sit on your butt." <<< That's me after he said that. And quite frankly, he's lucky this wasn't him. >>> If he were an adult male and said that to me it might have been.