I’m more than embarrassed that it has been months since my last post, but fortunately, it’s because I was just too busy. Business was extremely good over the summer, and I’m now enjoying a little breather as my workload, although meaty, is nice and manageable.
In memory of my Grammy, who passed away on this day, 13 years ago, I am hoping this is the rebirth of the “All I Never Wanted To Be Was A Stay-At-Home Mom” blog.
Also, for the first time since my Grammy passed away, I am spending the anniversary of her passing with those of us closest to her–my Gramps, Nanny (I’m lucky enough to have inherited a second grandmother 11 years ago), Aunt and Cousin. Although I wish my mom was with us, too, it is so comforting to be together to share the memories of our beloved Grammy. The Buba and I traveled, with Michael, to Philadelphia, where we have all gathered to celebrate the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashana. Michael continued on to Baltimore last evening where he met up with his Metro Firefighter’s softball team and is playing in a tournament to benefit Muscular Dystrophy. So, this weekend I’m playing single mom.
Although I am 100 percent supportive of Michael’s playing on this softball team and traveling, I still believe it is my duty as a Jewish wife to remind him how much fun he’s having this weekend while I’m being a single mom. Likely not fair, but it’s what I do. And, it’s not the first time…
About a month ago the five of us, plus our nanny (aka babysitter so as not to be confused with the real Nanny), traveled to Florida to celebrate my grandparents’ 90th birthdays (my father’s side, not those I was referring to above–sheesh, I feel like I have a lot of grandparents, how lucky am I?).
I’m kind of obsessed with getting “bumped” by the airline, so when the opportunity arose for one of our party to give up their seat and in exchange receive $300, I was all about it. Without a thought, and frankly, like a dumba$$, I immediately agreed that Michael would take the other flight (that would arrive 10 minutes after us) by himself. So, the “best wife ever” (as I like to refer to myself), babysitter, two tweens and The Buba all flew together while Michael flew by himself. Pardon me, but WTF was I thinking? Granted, it was a relatively easy trip thanks to the best babysitter ever, and the tweens, who you forget are even with you because they’re so good, but still. Michael did whine about having to sit next to a heavyset gentleman, but then this gentleman shared his drink tickets with Michael. Rough trip dear.
So, today, as I was catching the food The Buba was throwing at me while I was trying to feed him lunch, I received a text from my beloved: “I am bored….sitting by myself listening to music.” Seriously honey, am I supposed to sympathize? Not going to happen from this Jewish wife.
P.S. He’s still the best husband ever.
