We (the boys and I) have been in Tucson for the past 3 days. I’m currently speaking through the veil of several glasses of (much earned) Pinot Noir and I’m discovering the beauty of Pandora Radio via my Mom’s laptop. Enter in “Depeche Mode” and you’ll be in 80′s alternative heaven for life! We’re talking Joy Division kind of happy.
It has been an action filled week and I do believe my Mom may second guess herself the next time she says “you and the boys should come down and stay with us for a few days”. My kids have been monsters and that’s putting it nicely. Turns out they don’t do so well away from home. Oh well, practice makes perfect I say! They gotta get used to staying with Grandma/Grandpa so Daddy and I can have some much needed (but seldom received) adult time (/end day dream).
I was lucky enough to have my hair done today. Hello! I am now a hipster! Good-bye Mom hairdo! It’s short and dark! A few random blonde highlights in the very front. It will be a trip to wash in the shower tomorrow. Tonight was super cool. My aunt Elvia came over to watch “Confessions of a Shopaholic”. Boy do I relate to that movie! I think ANYONE with an addictive personality can relate to that movie. The kids both went down without much of a fight. Who could ask for more? (Me! More wine please!).
My Mom took Quentin to two quick stores today, she came back somewhat frazzled (and I quote one of her phrases, “He is SO not a joy to take shopping”). Then I went for my haircut and what did I encounter when I returned almost four hours later? A totally brain dead Grandma. Both Grandparents could hardlly wait for me to get back. They complained of temper tantrums, constantly cleaning up messes, blowout diapers, toddlers with feisty dispostions. Me? Yeah, welcome to my world bitches! (Ok, I totally would never say that. But I was thinkin’ it!). Share in the pain. Love it. Feel it. This is what what we all signed up for! You are grandparents. We are parents. Feel the burn.
Patience is a virtue
