Thursday, August 4th, 2011
A WORLD SANS ELMO
I barely put my foot down in San Diego today for the BlogHer Conference when my husband called me. He sounded so serious.
“I think we need a new babysitter.”
My heart tightened. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, but you have something to blog about with sitters again.”
Oh dear lord, not the Sitter Chronicles again, I thought.
“What happened?” I said almost frantic.
“She lost Elmo.”
The world screeched to a stop. I felt dizzy. Saw bright lights. My brain turned fuzzy.
“OH NO!!!!!!!!” I screamed.
“Yep,” he says, “It’s true.”
This is a substitute sitter who we’ve only used once before. My regular sitter had to cancel at the last minute and with me going out of town; I had to scramble to find a replacement. I emailed her a list of stuff to be aware of last night, and one was Fia flinging her shoes off while she’s in the stroller. I’d hate to loose an expensive pair of stride rites. (I left this morning before she came and was completely freaked out about not being there in person to drill everything into her. Namely, no texting while strolling, stay on top of Fia at all times, don’t let her have pacifier during the day…you know the usual control freak issues of moms–or at least this one.)
But because she was so focused on Fia flinging her shoes, she didn’t notice the little red monster being hurled out on the street. She retraced her steps, but was too late. Elmo was gone. G-O-N-E.
I blame Phil. He should have told her not to take her monsters out of the house. This is what happens when mama leaves town. Things go south. Elmo becomes homeless.
As I type, Phil and Fia are on the way to the toy store to buy a replacement Elmo before bedtime (didn’t happen, see picture). Hopefully this is the biggest thing I will worry about while I’m out here for 3 days. I’d really like to enjoy this conference of entrepreneurial women, maybe learn a thing or two, and sleep in!! So please sitters/husband/and Wayne Sanchez–I’ll even include you–Take care of my baby. And her accoutrements. In the words of our annoying, talking Sesame Street book, “See You Sooooon.”Add a Comment