So...my hubs' pal is still marrying that girl who is totally not my cup of tea. And My husband is in the wedding. And the wedding is in New York-where I have never been and always wanted to go. And guess what...
...I AM NOT GOING!
Lack of childcare has ruined my whirlwind trip with the hubs to the east coast. With my mom gone, and my dad and his wife in Europe during that time our local options are out. My MIL could do it, but is currently hoping a job will magically land in her lap looking for a job, she doesn't want to be 500 miles away from her own city. Totally understandable, actually. And upon thinking about being 3000 miles from my kids I started feeling better about not going.
Both kids have had plenty of overnights with family. But the thought of my MIL being here with no back up, started freaking me out. True, she has had 2 kids of her own, but she doesn't see my kids that often. She's only seen the littlest one 2 times since birth (she's almost a year) and the oldest one about 5 times. I am sure that she would do just fine with them, but the worries and the scenarios started freaking me out in a totally over analytical way that is so not me.
My husband is not stoked about traveling alone either, I don't blame him. So I am going to try to hide my jealousy.
So while I am disappointed that I will not be in the Today Show audience, seeing the Little Mermaid, or gallivanting in Central Park with my Love, I feel sort of relieved in a very wishy-washy sort of way. It's not like this is going to be our only opportunity to visit the Big Apple.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Posted by Constance the 14,000th at 12:50 PM