Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Going To Georgia

Oh how I love Georgia.  I personally have never been there, but my kids have been told they will be sent there if they are naughty.  Oh, you thought Georgia the state?  That would be too pleasant.  I mean Georgia's house.  You know, the old lady with bad breath babysitter.  Yeah, that Georgia.   

Out of pure desperation, I created Georgia.  Cruel you say?  Not when you consider I have not been away from my kids in a year and a half.  That is cruel.   

Madeline's diabetes care is tough, and nights can be brutal.  Not easy to find a babysitter willing to take on that responsibility for more than a few hours.  I'm confident when Madeline gets older, I will get my time away. Lots and lots of time away.

When the kids are bouncing off the walls, and the vein in my forehead is about ready to burst, I have no other choice but to make "the call". Georgia always answers.  The kids freak out.  And the most amazing thing?  The kids immediately stop whatever was going to make my vein explode and hug each other.  Works every time.  I personally feel Georgia has more kid power than Santa Claus.

I have no idea what they picture Georgia to look like, but it can't be good. Thank goodness for kids imaginations.  I'm not sure what I'll do when they finally realize they have never once actually met this woman.  They'll start to get suspicious. 

Old lady.  Does not like kids. Answers to the name Georgia.  Must have bad breath. 



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