I have just said goodbye to the ball and chain, who is on the last flight to London this evening. I’m a lot better about this than I used to be for a number of reasons:
- He doesn’t go as often. One year he did 17 trips to London, while I, the Brit, languished in Chicago. People used to say to me “You should go with him”, obviously forgetting that it's illegal to leave kids home alone. It's a good job I was ten years younger, - these days I would just smack them stupid, or deliver my kids to their doorstep on my way to the airport. They were obiously not traveling mothers, or they would know that the necessary prep before any short trip makes the trip iteself not worth it. I am going on a girls’ weekend to Montreal in May and I swear I am going to walk out the door and see how everyone fares.
- I can get most of what I want either here in the States or via the Internet. And with the modern miracle of international cell phones, if I remember something desperately needed, such as Marmite or Dettol (yes), I can text my shopping list as it occurs to me - thus sparing the middle-of-meeting panic calls.
- I am really tired and strangely, sleep a lot better in a king size bed on my own. I am tired because my four year old has finally decided to get up and wee in the toilet as opposed to in bed. Unfortunately, this usually occurs at about 6 (middle of the night to me), sounds like a horse peeing on a rock (as my husband’s Texan family say) and wakes me up. The other reason last week was because of next door’s maintenance man employing snow blower at 3.45am! No lie! A snow blower sounds like a very loud lawn mower, and he was about 25 feet from my bed. I got up to bang on the window then realized that he was clearing my section as well as everyone else’s so it would have looked a bit churlish. I did make a few, very polite British-type comments the next day though. We’ll see.
So, I could well be dead, or in a coma by the end of the week as I have a few kid-schedule problems that can only be solved by splitting myself in two.
In the mean time I would like to thank Potty Mummy for awarding me the “E” award – that would be for "excellent blogger". In my next post I will pass it on to other bloggers wot I read. For now, I am desperately trying to get the older two (almost 15 and 12) into bed so that I can go too.