Woke up to check if my baby's flight from Barcelona was on time. Three hour delay, will never make connection to Buffalo.
Text him - R u planning on coming home? He calls. Will be staying overnight at JFK hotel. Great, want me to hop on a flight and we can hang out in NYC until your morning flight? Resounding NO. He is fine with friends will see me in the morning.
Thinking of flying out anyway.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
He's Coming Home Today
Tonight my baby returns from Spain. I cannot wait to see him as he has been gone for months (ok 10 days but it feels like 10 months). It's going to be a great Wednesday!
I kept a list of all the things I wanted to remember to tell him, like how dad tried to pick up a pizza from a location other than where he ordered it... how I finally found the shirt he has been looking for... how the neighbor ticked me off regarding his weeds... the status of the BP clean up... the article on college requirements...how the dog kept his smelly lacrosse socks under the table and would bite me every time I attempted a take over... how his nieces couldn't understand why he wasn't at the party ("he could just go back to Spain after he plays with us"). I don't want him to miss anything we did, or saw or heard when he was gone.
I envision him running from the gate and hugging me with yells of "I really missed you". We'll talk non-stop on the way home. I'll make one of his favorite meals and he will eat like he's never had food. He'll love the new room improvements. We'll stay up all night looking at photos and hearing about his adventures.
What will really happen, is a brief kiss in front of his friends. A few yes /no answers on the way home, drive thru at Mighty Taco, and off to bed. I am sure he will be exhausted.
But hope survives because I have him all day Thursday!
I kept a list of all the things I wanted to remember to tell him, like how dad tried to pick up a pizza from a location other than where he ordered it... how I finally found the shirt he has been looking for... how the neighbor ticked me off regarding his weeds... the status of the BP clean up... the article on college requirements...how the dog kept his smelly lacrosse socks under the table and would bite me every time I attempted a take over... how his nieces couldn't understand why he wasn't at the party ("he could just go back to Spain after he plays with us"). I don't want him to miss anything we did, or saw or heard when he was gone.
I envision him running from the gate and hugging me with yells of "I really missed you". We'll talk non-stop on the way home. I'll make one of his favorite meals and he will eat like he's never had food. He'll love the new room improvements. We'll stay up all night looking at photos and hearing about his adventures.
What will really happen, is a brief kiss in front of his friends. A few yes /no answers on the way home, drive thru at Mighty Taco, and off to bed. I am sure he will be exhausted.
But hope survives because I have him all day Thursday!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Respect your painters
I had another great idea. While my son is traveling Spain, I will paint his room. This project will create the illusion of being with him, while finally tackling a very necessary home improvement. The voice of reason (my husband) clearly stated this was a bad idea and that I should "just hire someone". That sound advice was greeted with "What am I so weak that I can't even pain a room? Do you think I am too stupid to buy paint? Is this what a complete waste of space you see me as?" Maybe a bit of an overreaction but he acquiesced with "do as you like".
My son's room is huge with 9 1/2 foot ceilings, 2 inch ceiling molding, about 18 in ornate baseboard, cracked walls, marble fireplace and hardwoods that are older that the trees on our street. Maybe a little daunting, but seriously how hard can it be to paint a room? Didn't we used to do this with our fingers in preschool?
I've never liked the prep part of things. For me, its jump in with both feet. Not a really good plan when painting. So I ignored the entire room of partially used painting supplies we have in the basement and instead took my American Express card to Home Depo. Four gallons of paint, paint brushes, scraper, tarp, rags, tape, and some trim paint samples were loaded into the car and I was prepared. That's what I like to call the good ole days pre implementation.
Fast forward 5 days later. I have spent at least 40 hours on this project. The room looks worse than it did when I started and my son returns in two days. He will be "thrilled" to see the updates. His waterbed is torn apart and empty. His baseboards are splatter with "french grey" and his floors are now streaked. Did you know that if you paint over a wall with a crack in it, it only gets worse? I do now. Additionally, his room is cluttered with paint cans, tarp, paint brushes and the like. Did I mention I do not have the energy to put up all the posters, boards and junk he likes on his wall?
Time to recoup. Running to purchase new curtains, quilts, sheets, posters and furniture to hide the hideous walls. Maybe a giant silk tree to hide the corner fiasco. Oh and a very big rug or not. No time to hire a painter - will have to schedule one for when he goes to camp in August.
Next, how to handle the voice of reason and "I told you so".
My son's room is huge with 9 1/2 foot ceilings, 2 inch ceiling molding, about 18 in ornate baseboard, cracked walls, marble fireplace and hardwoods that are older that the trees on our street. Maybe a little daunting, but seriously how hard can it be to paint a room? Didn't we used to do this with our fingers in preschool?
I've never liked the prep part of things. For me, its jump in with both feet. Not a really good plan when painting. So I ignored the entire room of partially used painting supplies we have in the basement and instead took my American Express card to Home Depo. Four gallons of paint, paint brushes, scraper, tarp, rags, tape, and some trim paint samples were loaded into the car and I was prepared. That's what I like to call the good ole days pre implementation.
Fast forward 5 days later. I have spent at least 40 hours on this project. The room looks worse than it did when I started and my son returns in two days. He will be "thrilled" to see the updates. His waterbed is torn apart and empty. His baseboards are splatter with "french grey" and his floors are now streaked. Did you know that if you paint over a wall with a crack in it, it only gets worse? I do now. Additionally, his room is cluttered with paint cans, tarp, paint brushes and the like. Did I mention I do not have the energy to put up all the posters, boards and junk he likes on his wall?
Time to recoup. Running to purchase new curtains, quilts, sheets, posters and furniture to hide the hideous walls. Maybe a giant silk tree to hide the corner fiasco. Oh and a very big rug or not. No time to hire a painter - will have to schedule one for when he goes to camp in August.
Next, how to handle the voice of reason and "I told you so".
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