Polish Party For Two

There was a wedding in the neighborhood this past weekend, and I was called on board to babysit the Polish baby. I believe it was the groom's brother's child? I couldn't tell you and be 100% certain, but you know, that's close enough in my book. He was referred to as 'Baby X' due to the fact that us A-murr-i-cans can't pronounce the Polish form of Xavier. Heck, I can barely pronounce the English form of it!

Anyways. I was called to the front lines as soon as Baby X drifted off to dreamland and commenced the most difficult babysitting job of all time. I had to sit on the couch and watch terrible Saturday night television for four and a half hours. Whew! I barely made it out of there alive! Anyhoozles. I just checked on him every half an hour or so, flipped him on his side at one point when there were cries of uncomfortableness, and yeah, all went smoothly!

Well, all but the whole DVD player thing. Geez. So the DVD is supposed to go into the slot that's on the side of the TV set, but there was already one in there. So of course I checked around the slot for a button (no luck), then I searched the remote (no luck), and then I gave up for a little bit. I then got a little frustrated and started looking all over. I combed over the front of the TV, the bottom, the sides, I tried to lift a mystery compartment, no luck in any of these places! Then, like the short idiot I am, I realized that I hadn't checked the top (because why would the buttons be on the top of the TV? I'm not sure) but lo and behold, there it was! That beautiful triangle with a line underneath it. The shiny silver eject button. Mmm!

So I press it. Some noises occur, with zero result. I thought to myself 'Well that's weird...' and then pushed it again. Same outcome. Irritating. After several more tries, I gave up and went back to TV land. Not the channel, just the world of television. Watched Practical Magic (the one about witches with Sandra Bullock in it...based on that Alice Hoffman book...pretty great and terrible at the same time, ya know), That 70s Show, The King of Queens, and a couple episodes of Sex and the City (BOTH of which I had already seen...and that's ODD because I don't often watch that show. I highly dislike Sarah Jessica Parker for some reason...don't ask).

Naturally every time I got up to check on Baby X, I crossed my fingers and pressed the defective button...and every time, I just got more irritated. Poor cycle. Poor, poor cycle. Oh well. All in all, a pretty wonderful evening.