Hello, WMAG Readers! School is starting, and life is getting more hectic (as if that were possible, given the summer my family experienced). Plus, I’ve been running more and more dry when going to the Tasty Tuesday well. So I’m going to put that feature on a short hiatus. I promise I’ll return when I’ve got some new ideas. Or maybe one of my fellow bloggers will want to post an entry every now and then. Have at it, ladies!
In lieu of Tasty Tuesday, I’m going to post about something that’s been bugging me lately. It’s been bugging me in an “I’m so jealous I could scream” type of way. I’m talking about the fact that I don’t have any family who live close by.
Here in Cincinnati, people tend to have lots of extended family within a few minute’s to an hour’s drive away. My friends are always dropping their kids off at their mom’s house, or having their parents pick their children up from preschool when they’re running late at work. These people get to actually have date night every now and then without having to hunt down a willing teenager and pay them more than they spend on dinner and the movie. And don’t get me started on the ones whose parents actually watch their children full-time, allowing them to work and save money!
My parents live in Kansas. When they want to visit me, they have to either take an airplane or drive an entire day. My mom misses her grandchild so much, she’s actually considered buying a house in Cincinnati, just so she could come and visit more. I, personally, love it when she’s here, because I save a week’s daycare costs and my husband and I get to go out without breaking our budget. I would kill to be able to call her up and say, “Hey Mom, something’s come up, hubby’s out and I need to run a quick, child-free errand. Can M come over for a bit?” Not to mention the nights when my husband is traveling and my daughter is sick. I’ve knocked on my neighbor’s door late at night once or twice, begging them to hang out in my living room while I ran to Walgreens for medicine.
I don’t begrudge my fellow moms their good fortune. I just wish I had a bit of it, too. I’m certain my mother wouldn’t enjoy watching my children full-time, nor would I ever ask her to. But I know we both yearn to have her and my father a little closer–for more quality time together and some much-needed babysitting!