When the Fates Intervene

I received a gift card to Barnes and Noble for Christmas and I hadn’t made it to the bookstore yet to invest in some new mind feeding materials.  Most of my book purchases the past year had been in the personal development type category. I have been neglecting the imagination side  of reading lately and really just wanted to get some supernatural vampire/werewolf type trash to feed my soul with some creativity.

The more practical side of my brain told me I needed to get at least one personal improvement book and then I could blow the rest on some supernatural trash.  I went to my amazon book wishlist and picked a few I was interested in wrote it on a sticky note and headed to the store.

One thing I absolutely can’t stand about the bookstores nowadays is that it seems like the selection is limited and you never know if you’ll be ablet to find what you want.  I was disappointed that none of the books on my sticky note where anywhere to be found.

One book caught my attention Peaceful Parent, Happy Kids.  It had been on my amazon list of reading, but not on the scribbled sticky I had brought along with me.  I went ahead and grabbed it before heading on to pick up my werewolf trash.

While the kiddo enjoyed his little bit of nursery rhyme time of my phone I picked up the new book and read the first few pages and realized the fates had intervened.  Reading just the first few pages my soul was singing.  This book was exactly what I needed in this moment and the fates had intervened with my book list letting me know that this book was the one I needed at the moment.  Even the husband picked it up, took a look and showed some interest.

A frustrating trip to the bookstore turned out to be a perfectly planned trip.  The Fates know what we need and send it when we need it.

I Know You Have a Babysitter

Why is that when you ask a room full of parents who has a good babysitter the answer is almost always a room full of crickets?

I can’t tell you how frustrating it is being a new parent and being leery of trusting your child into the hands of a stranger, but it’s even more frustrating when you ask a parent with a bit more experience for help and you are met with silence.

I finally threw up my hands and opted for an internet solution on Care.com.  I tried Sittercity.com first but wasn’t happy with the results, so I thought, what do I have to lose? I don’t have a babysitter and I could end up not having a babysitter. . .  I posted an ad and received an enormous amount of responses.  I combed through the responses looking through profiles and even looked through other local profiles.  I ended up messaging someone who had a profile, but hadn’t responded to my add.  We conversed a bit and then set up a date for a trial run.

The first babysitting episode I always think of as a trial run.  The babysitter comes over and my husband and I disappeared outside to his “mancave” to work on the paperwork for his business.  We were right outside in case needed and so we could monitor how things were going.

We lucked out.  The babysitter we found has turned out to be incredible.  Our son likes her, (he even asks if she is coming over), our dog approves of her and it turns out I worked with her Aunt at a previous job which further brought me comfort. (She’s also a baker which is super awesome since the person I had been using for cakes and cupcakes just moved!)

I recently had a friend ask for our babysitters information and I had a moment of hesitation.  I almost didn’t want to relinquish the information, but after I texted the babysitter to make sure it was okay with her I turned over the information.

So to those of you with a good babysitter. . . please share.  For the sake of sanity, please share.

 

The Monday Blues

Running late
Nothing new
Arrived at work
Sailed through the day
Escaping the normal
Monday hiccups

Pick up the child
Arrive home
Orchestrate dinner
Manage to clear all the dishes
With ample time to
hit the gym

Arrive early
Drop off the babe
Head to class
Waiting with the Yogi’s
Only to get a call
“We need you in the childcare”

The babe has gotten sick
I need to collect him
Please don’t return for 24 hrs
Is he really sick
Or was he crying so hard
he threw up?

I am frustrated
I wanted this class
I needed this class
By my child needed me
And his need at this moment
supersedes my own.

Dad is in class
We wander outside
Until the hiccups have passed
Back inside
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
There’s no hint of sickness.

In the bath
the truth is revealed
“A girl took my wagon
And I wanted you”
He cried because he was upset
The sickness a reflex of frustration

abruptly I want to cry
I want to give the
people at the childcare
A piece of my mind
And I plan to on our return
So these events are not recurring

But for now
I snuggle my child
try to let the frustrations melt
from my body and mind
And chalk it up knowing
Monday had the last laugh

© -LRFB

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Insomnia

Let’s start the week with a poem.

The pressure is building
behind my eyes
and i wonder
if tonight
will be
yet another sleepless night
filled
with vivid dreams
I cannot remember
but awaken from
with a haunted feeling
just the same. . .

waking at three seventeen yet again
my mind racing, ready to arise
my body still aching
for rest.

I’ve prayed to their gods
for peace and silence
but my prayers,
as always,
go unanswered.
so I pray to their god’s no longer
I opt for an earthly solution
and sip the chamomille that
has so often
heavied my eyelids
and i pray to the earth gods
that their remedy
is more effective.

I slid under the covers
and let the effects
of the flowers
wash over me
and am lulled
into somnolence
by the steady purr
of the cat
by my feet.

© ~LRFB

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