Thank you all for your kind comments about my last post. As difficult as it is to talk about such hard topics, I am incredibly thankful at how wonderful you are. I tell you I’m feeling blue and you say collectively, “Sister girl, I’ll queue up the Blu-Ray edition of The Notebook and bring a can of Four Loko contraband and we will cry. it. out.”
Tomorrow night I have to board a plane to travel to Boise, Idaho for my aunt’s funeral. I will be taking TJ since I’m still nursing and it’ll be hard to make Mike lactate in such a short time frame and in the division of parenting labor, I take the baby and Mike handles Nathan. It’s the man-on-man defense that seems to work so far. But this means I’ll have to fly without no other support. I don’t know how I’ll handle the TSA groping or other check-in melées or how I’m going to keep an eight-month-old entertained during a two-hour flight. What if he starts crying hysterically and they shove us out the door mid-flight? Will they at least push us out somewhere near Silverwood Theme Park? I had a good time on the bumper cars when I was in college. Do the animatronic bears still say, “Good things come in bears?” or does that only happen after you’ve been drinking? We’ll find out!
What is an even bigger stress factor is that my mom will be there. She’s flying from Saipan and will be in Boise before I arrive. We will be sharing a room because telling her that TJ and I are staying in another room will be like saying I’ve signed her up for a nursing home and of course, do not love her at all. What I worry about is that when my mom checks in, she will not ask for two separate beds. And if she is offered two beds, she will refuse and say, “It’s okay!” So I’m 27 years old, I did well in school, I have two children but I’m going to SPOON WITH MY MOTHER.
I love my mother but I think I have earned my own bed. Right? I think I have earned the right not to spoon with my mom. I’ve heard of attachment parenting but dammmmn.
I have been seeking the upsides of going out of town for a funeral. I’ll get to spend time with my baby. I’ll be out of town so I’ll get to be a tourist in the swinging town of Boise, Idaho. Also, I’ll be seeing family members I haven’t seen since I was a child. Plus, my dad’s family are the type of people who no matter what you look like, you are still far too skinny. And isn’t that the best kind of welcome? Let us take your coat, kiss your baby and here’s a plate of pork belly, you don’t look like gout has set in.