Last night I had totally had it with Merlin. He was acting wild and getting his sister all wound up with his antics. I had plans to go to “Fifty Shades of Grey” with my book group and then Röbert called to let me know that he was going to have to work late for the third time this week. I ran next door to drop the kids with Karen, but she was out too! Mitch was there, but he saw me before I could leave the kids in his family room (they would have been no bother! Hummus has had diarrhea for the last week and a half but other than that and Starling’s cough, they are fine) and he made me take them home with me. My parents are out of town, so I decided to drop them with their Grandmama, Röbert’s mom. Let me just say, I find her quite scary, and normally I would never consider her as a babysitter, but this was an emergency (hello, Fifty Shades of Grey!) so I snuck them in the back door with their medicine and overnight bags and just ran.
Of course I turned off my phone and had a wonderful evening out with my gang of gal pals. We stopped at TGIF’s for laughs and frozen drinks on the way home, and I had to call Uber, since I was in no fit state to drive.
When I walked in the back door I sobered up pretty quickly when I saw the look on Röbert’s face. Since his mom and I have been feuding for the last few years she hasn’t seen the kids in quite awhile. She was already in bed asleep when I dropped them off, and she had no idea that they were even in her house until she was awoken by a loud crashing noise downstairs. Apparently Merlin had knocked over one of her knickknacks, which she claims is priceless artwork. Whatever, she shouldn’t have that stuff out with children around.
I was hoping this sleepover would serve as a peace offering and repair our relationship, but Merlin ruined that too.