Musings of a Mommy

I need one.

No, not like that! (Well, maybe like that, just don’t tell my husband *giggle giggle*.)

Anywho, I need a professional player. I need someone to come to my house and play with my daughter so I can get stuff done. I need someone who will throw countless softballs right at her bat so she thinks she’s hitting them. I need someone to take her giant stuffed penguin (a.k.a Mumble) and bounce him on her bed or better yet, banish that game to the depths of hell. Her daddy and I would greatly appreciate that.

I need someone to push her for hours on the swing. To count how many times she can jump in a row on the trampoline. To make balls out of playdoh (get your mind out of the gutter). To make scrambled eggs every day so she can “stir it up!”

I know I’m supposed to say something like, “But, the days of playing will be over sooner than I know and I should remember that the house will always need to be cleaned and laundry can wait but the smile on my child’s face is just too precious to miss.” Yeah, okay.

I still don’t want to play softball or play with playdoh.

And this is coming from the previous preschool teacher who got paid to do those things. But see, when you have a group of children, it’s more fun. There’s more conversation and when you’re teaching, there’s an end in sight. I mean, eventually their parents are required by law to come pick them up. At my house, softball could last all damn day. (And let me give a little shout out to Mimi to buying the Curious George ball and bat and then insisting that they stay at our house. Thanks for that.)

So I need someone to come play with my child. I mean, I would totally play, too, but after 15 minutes or so, I could go drink a glass of wine empty the dishwasher, eat an entire package of Oreos make the beds, watch the trashy reality television shows I DVRed from last night or do some laundry.

Anyone want the job?

The pay is in precious smiles on my child’s face.

(Yeah see, that kind of payment doesn’t really cut it, does it?)

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