Elenore & Maureen are the adorable creatures placed in my charge Wednesday night. Ellie, akin to a miniature 4th grade Eddie Haskel. And then there’s Mo…
Mo, is the child I never had but for sure, the universe would have given to me. She’s feisty, smart & absolutely hilarious. She’s kinda like an old lady in a 2nd graders body. She demands your absolute attention at all times. And no cooking is allowed unless Chef Mo is involved.
I look forward to babysitting the girls, but alas, things were array from the moment I step foot into their house the other night.
Mo: (scream/crying talking to Mama Bear on the phone) “AHHHHHHHHH – I WANT YOU TO COME HOME!!!! WHY CAN’T YOU COME HOOOOOOMMMMME!!!!”
Holden: (Middle school kid I was taking over for – whispering softly) “She’s been like that for an hour.”
Obviously, the shit was going down. Somewhere in the midst of all this, Holden profusely thanked me for saving him & hightailed it out of there, I checked on Ellie quietly “Kickin’ it,” with the Disney Channel, I was attacked my an over sized chest/table with lots of metal hardware (Babysitter Down!) & pow wowed on the phone with Mama Bear on her plans.
Next is what happens when you, “commit to the cry.”
Mo had moved shop to Mama Bears bed. Poor kid, she looked liked she’d just been through the ringer. I tried to comfort her & tell her how excited I was to hangout with her & her sister, but she wasn’t having it. Now, she had already been crying loudly for the previous hour to my arrival, so now it was lots of “lip trembling & whimpering.”
After naming off a plethora of fun games and activities we were going to do (in a sad attempt at bribing a child to feel better), there was just a moment when the tide “almost,” turned, a moment of hope where I could see she was thinking, “hey, that sounds kinda fun!”
But then, I instantly recognized the look in her eye. She was going for Gold. I, myself have used that tactic in my formal childhood, which is what made it so easily recognizable. That look that says, “I’ve gone this far & I can’t go back now. I gotta take it all the way!” More scream/cry, more, “I WANT MY MOOOOOOMMMM,”
…and then she threw up.
She quickly threw in the towel after that. And like a drunk college Freshmen’s best friend, I cleaned her up, gave her water to hydrate & threw her in bed to sleep off the “cry.” Mo, to tired to protest.
Gotta love the kid’s commitment…