I promised ED I would take him to buy flip flops tonight. Do you think he’ll forget? Since we started in the kitchen, he’s been wearing mine……apparently, he hates his slippers now and he NEEDS flip flops. From “Oh Maybe’s” [Old Navy] Ok then Mr. Opinion. CA, I’m sure, will insist that she needs some as well, even though I just ordered her some from TCP……they just haven’t arrived (or even shipped for that matter and it has been 10 days) yet. I hear that Payless is doing BOGO right now though, so maybe I can score some new (ahem–slightly larger) summer shoes while we are out.
I had my glucose tolerance test this morning and it was horrific. My old doctor had this backwoods formula that involved drinking a can of orange crush ½ hour before your appointment and then she drew your blood when you came in. The new doctor…not so much. That bottle of orange melted freezy pop with extra sugar was enough to take me over the edge. Vomit city. I thought it was maybe like a shot of something, a sip or two-but a WHOLE BOTTLE?? Yuck. About 20 minutes after I drank it, I started feeling shaky, dizzy and nauseous which does nothing but leave me to wonder “is my body processing this correctly or incorrectly??” I don’t even know what I’ll do if I have to go back for the second test. I was nauseous until a few hours ago.
Have any of you given any thought to the kind of parent you will be when your kids are grown? I imagine myself having weekly family dinners, with a house full of grand kids, and daily phone calls. I can’t imagine not touching a piece of their life on a daily basis. These may be high hopes on my part, but do you get what I’m saying? If one of my kids had the evening off, and her husband was working, and my only plan was to go up to the casino—I would jump at the chance to meet up with her and her kids for dinner–ESPECIALLY after I just got back from a week in another country—I can go to the casino anytime, right? But apparently, this isn’t how all parents operate. Some value their own time. I’m just sayin’. (Jaded much, Sara? Bitter much?) Maybe I’ll feel different when I’m in my 50’s and my kids have lives of their own. But I can’t imagine that I will.
The work day has gone fast and soon I’ll be leaving to get the kiddos—apparently we will be dining on our own. Wish me luck in navigating the store with them!
P.S. thank you all for your comments on yesterday’s post. You all are the bomb digity!!
I would like to think that when my kids get older, we’ll be involved, but just the right amount. I talk with or email my mom daily. I talk to my brother about once a week. But then my 7 year old tells me that when she grows up she’s going to live in Italy. I can’t really compete with that. I SWORE I was going to move away and stay away from home when I left high school. And I did, for 7 years~college in NY, law school in Boston. And I came back. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love that my kids are near their grandparents. I didn’t have that growing up.wow, I just rambled.I hate flip flops. My daughter begs me for them. I do not give in. She is going to get lovely covered-toe sandals from LLBean this summer, so I don’t have to fix so many broken toenails.Sorry about the glucose test. I remember it being the worst with the twins. ugh. And I LOVE orange soda.
I have been thinking about what kind of parents I’ll be when my kids are older recently, because I’m at the place now where only recently am I the kid who is now older, and also I am thinking about when I’ll have my own kids, so it’s sort of a crux. I am trying not to set up so many expectations for myself. I only talk to my parents about once a week and my sister used to talk to my mom every single day and I think I was flailing in comparison, but then some stuff happened with my sister and now she and my mom aren’t as close and I think part of it was over-dependence before. Daily is a lot once you’re an adult. At least in my family.
ps~thanks for adding me to your blogroll!
Ugh on the glucose test. My OB was awesome (too bad he left) and I had to eat a full-sized candy bar a certain amount of time before my appointment. That rocked. 😉 I will ask my next OB for that option.I want to be like my mom when I’m older. She’s a lot like you described yourself wanting to be.
Cute picture of ED!I don’t think I’ll ever forget the taste of that orange stuff – vile.I would like to be like my parents when my kids are grown. They are thinking about their grandchildren all the time and they will happily drop all their plans if I need them. They don’t hover and they have lives of their own, but they are the most loving people my kids have in their lives.
It is funny. When Brother was little and we were still living with my folks, they insisted that both he and I go on their 20th anniversary cruise with them. I looked at them like they were bonkers. But they went on and on about how I would eventually move out and we would not have family vacations anymore and they wouldn’t get to see Brother as much, so we needed to spend this time together. So we all went.For all these years I have remembered this and Honey and I have a good relationship with “our” (ie MY) parents, since his aren’t really all that involved. But when I say, Hey! Why don’t you come to Disney with us! Come to the beach this summer with us! You know, so they can experience it with the grandkids and they are so, “Meh.”What the hell just happened here? So, I don’t know what changed in the past 6 years, but my folks do that, too. I am going to hope like you hope. To be involved and take every offer to be with them I get.
Oh I did not like the orange crush test when I was preggers. I actually ‘trained’ my body for it a bit by slimming down my carb intake about 48 hours ahead of time. I was just too afraid that I’d have to go back for a 3 hr test!
Oh, and on the other part: Yikes. I’d model myself from my husband’s parents, I think, who are around via phone and email “just enough.” My mom, not so much (MIA). It sucks not to be close, but I’m not an everyday on the phone kind of gal.
I like this topic of what kind of parent to adult children you would want to be. I think you should write more about it.My family is kinda weird in that I only talk to my parents about once a week. Even in college, I don’t think I talked to them more often. Um, sorry mom and dad.