I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
International Mom
Today is the first day of my Christmas vacation…and am I sitting back with my feet up and a novel, next to a crackling fire? Of course not! I’m doing 18 loads of laundry and packing umpteen suitcases for our trip to Paris. This is the first I’ll be able to see my boy since he was abruptly taken from me by those evil college people. Since I haven’t had the privilege of being able to feed, console, do laundry for, or do anything for since he left me bereft and sobbing into my wine, I’m looking forward to spoiling him. I made a grocery run and have almost two suitcases filled with non-perishable items and things for his apartment (he has 1 steak knife and 1 spatula, that’s it). During our video conferences I’ve witnessed his attempts at cooking and, well, he needs some help. I had to chuckle as I packed thinking I’m just a grocery-deliverer and not a family poised to celebrate the holidays in France!
Needless to say I’m worried about everything: the apartment not working out, the weather being horrible, the girls not eating anything, getting lost, spending too much (a given), being stopped in customs and strip-searched because I’m smuggling copious amounts of tuna and mayo out of the country.
However, I also feel like a kid the night before Christmas, skipping around the house like an idiot (only the dogs can see me), whistling Christmas tunes and looking so forward to hugging my oldest child.
Happy Holidays!
