My husband left with the kids on a trip to NJ yesterday. They went to visit my 76 year old Candidate Mom who is adding yet another chapter to her already fabulous life. She is being sworn in as the Senate Majority leader in the New Jersey State Senate.
Being 76 years old the big boys and girls in the back room have determined that my tough-as-nails, left-of-the-liberals, attack-Chris-Christie-at-every-turn, mother is the right gal for the job.
I stayed in LA. I’m working on a History Channel show right now and would’ve given my boss a coronary if I asked to leave. Also, we need the fracken money.
After much thought my hubby decided he wanted to take the kids and go. My family would have a b*tch free time without me hovering over everyone telling them what to do. I would get some much needed rest not staying up till midnight cleaning up and making the next days lunches, and my husband would set up some business meetings. It was a win win for everyone.
After their plane left I went into a tailspin having a two-hour manic jag crying while listening to fiddle songs about Jesus on Pandora (I can’t quite explain that one).
I had to face it. My family has become my identity. I live for them, love them with all my cells and can’t believe these tiny people who started from helpless blobs are emerging into real live fantastic people.
When I say they have become my identity I don’t mean it in that pre-feminist, 1950’s housewife kind of way, I mean that my husband and children complete me in a way that I never knew existed and that when my first child was born as I tell her everything in the world just made sense to me.
Some of that is just plain old’ biology. We come into this world to procreate. Our biology gives our brain the motivation to find a mate and keep populating the world.
Being married with children isn’t for everyone, but for me wifehood and parenthood has been very satisfying. As a matter of fact my only regret is that I didn’t start earlier. I’d like to have had a 3rd baby.
I love being a parent. (Except for the sleep deprivation, teething, piles and piles of laundry, too much homework, and constant worrying). I love the chaos, the schlumpy mom look (I have perfected it) and the automatic way mommy strangers, bond over sleep training, breast-feeding, preschools and kindergartens.
Even though my kids are still little (6 & 8) I walk by the park and look at moms with their babies and toddlers and miss that time. When I was that mom in the park with toddlers I just wanted to be able to sit and read a book with a cup of tea rather then the never ending park games of pouring a bucket of water from the bathroom faucet onto the sand for the 2354th time.
Sigh-The grass is always greener but raising children in one’s life is finite and sacred. As our children get older it becomes less about physically keeping them safe (although both my kids are constantly falling and bonking their heads) and more about patience, setting boundaries and doling out discipline. These days are filled with eye rolling (my daughter), sneaking Oreo cookies at 5:00am (again my daughter) and sassy talking me with a little too much Disney channel show tude. (Must be a theme here). My son is pretty darn perfect. Except for the tantrums he had every day from age 6 months to…well yesterday.
I know I’m crazy but if I were younger and richer I’d do it, I’d have another baby. Since I’m too old and too broke I’ll just settle for the furry white dog, who is like a baby. I can even carry her around in a doggy sling if my baby cravings get strong enough.
Now onto my staycation where I’ve booked two massages in one weekend. I plan to sleep more and clean less, sit with a cup of tea and a good book and count the minutes until their return