"All mothers are slightly insane." - J.D. Salinger
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I don't want a vacation
A text from my mom last Thursday:
Come to New York with me next week!
I immediately pictured not the city or the food but the long, uninterrupted flight across the country. I imagined all the books I could read, all the trashy magazines I could pour over and the quiet thinking/sleeping(!) time without kids. The city is nice, too.
There were a few snags in the plan like cash flow, three people who depend on me for everythingunderthesun, and who wants two toddlers all week while I vacation in New York City?
So I did not go.
Today she's been sending me texts with pictures of the Statue of Liberty and other images that made me so happy to be home. Who needs New York when they have a three year old speaking in "Cat" all day? Who needs a trip when there is laundry, vacuuming, dishes and bathrooms that are all weeks behind? Why would I want a break when I can give Lennon a new pack of underwear and later find him wearing all six pairs at once?
Plus had I gone to New York who would've sprayed Lennon down with the hose to teach him never to spray his brother with the hose again? It's a good thing I didn't go. If I hadn't been home yesterday, I wouldn't have learned Tod's trick when finding a moldy avocado...don't throw it away, just "pretend you live on a farm" cut out the mold, and eat it. Mmmmm, glad I didn't miss that.
Plus as I typed this post, Lennon is in the bathroom yelling at me, "MOOOOM! WIPE ME! MOOOOOM! WIIIIIIPPE MEEEEE!"
Sorry you're there and not here, Mom. Think it through next time.