I now must spend the majority of the day pretending I don't SEE Demon Baby.
"I'm invisible."
"Who's talking to me?"
"It's ME. You just can't see me."
So he chatters and shouts and squeals and chatters some more, all the while I am saying, "Gosh, I wish I knew where my child was." I look past him, over him, pretend to see THROUGH him.
He is CONVINCED he is invisible.
"Oh, well," I say, "I can't kiss a baby I can't see. That's too bad since I would really like to kiss my little Demon Baby."
I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he considers this.
"TA-DA! LOOK AT ME! I've been here all the time!!! I'm UNINVISIBLE again. You can see me!"
I kiss him.
He shuts his eyes. "I'm invisible again."
And so the game goes on. Invisible, uninvisible.
I get nothing done.
No writing.
Just this new game of the Incredible Invisible Demon Baby.
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- Erica Orloff
- Novelist (Magickeepers series, Illuminated), Mom of Four, including a wild Pirate Boy, plate-spinner extraordinaire
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16 comments:
I'm thinking...maybe preschool a couple of mornings a week? Hell, if he's invisible it would probably be free.
As I started reading I was thinking to myself, "How does she ever get anything done?" but you answered that... You don't. ;)
I think I vaguely recall having played a similar game with my mother/grandmother when I was young.
I tagged you for a bit of fun on a blog I wrote (turned your blog into a tv show). If you're curious, here's the site:
http://pitawoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-youre-it.html
Amy:
With the economy as it is . . . I am keeping him home until fall and then we'll see.
E
pita-woman:
I am definitely game. Will go check it out.
And I get things done in short bursts. Lots of sprints is all I can say.
E
I think I need to play this game with my husband. He's home all the time now and yesterday we had to have a talk about him respecting the time I need to work. It can't be all play, lol.
Melanie, these males never grow up, do they? Whether it's Demon baby or your husband, they just want our attention.
Erica, this brings back memories. It's quite the opposite now. Mr independence himself.
My son just started this game too. It gets annoying though when I am trying to get him ready in the morning and I don't have the patience to play.
This morning my daughter asked me to go buy the second Magickeepers book. When I told her you were still writing it, she said to hurry up! I think she thought it would be like the Narnia series, where the books were already written. She actually started sulking when I told her she had to wait.
We play this game in reverse in our house. They say, "Mom! I need something really dumb and trivial immediately!", and I say, "Sorry! I can't hear you! You're mute! I'm deaf! You're invisible!"
Robin, LOL!
Suzanne, you are so right. Usually he ignores me until I open a book. :)
Melanie:
Good luck with that. ;-)
Actually, my Oldest Son is SO respectful and wonderful. He picks up around here, he empties the dishwahser, takes out the trash . . . never has a harsh word. So I suppose the male species is trainable. :-)
E
Suzanne:
I remind myself that is coming and so I get less stressed then . . .
E
Cheryl:
I feel so badly--so many kids are just anxious for it. But I am writing as fast as my fingers will type.
Sneak peek: You can tell her Isaac Newton is in it. And an elephant. :-)
E
Robin:
I think if I lived in your house my sides would ache all the time.
E
i was lucky with my 3 kids...
Oh, that's too funny.
You know, I got in trouble when I was a kid because I convinced my sister I could make her invisible. She went around school informing everyone that they couldn't see her. Very funny, from my big-sister point of view...
Elizabeth
Mystery Writing is Murder
Elizabeth:
Yeah . . . older siblings can sometimes be dastardly. ;-)
E
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