What a wuss. What a jerk. What a stupid, weepy old woman.
I can’t stop the tears.
Some of them are from the horrors going on at our border, but others are more personal. It’s the personal tears for which I am apologizing now.
As some of you know, I have the best job on earth. I live a life that most humans can only dream about.
I stay at home, all day, every day, with my two grandchildren. These kids are also known as the cutest, sweetest, funniest, most easy going babies on earth.
Seriously. These are the people I play with all day.
The world’s cutest kids, right?
So, what’s the problem?
Oh, boo-hoo, poor me. In one short week, I will be heading off to Europe with my husband. We will celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. We’ll spend some time with our dear friends in Germany, then head into Italy. Our two sons and their partners will join us.
The Alps, the Mediterranean, the food, the wine, the music, the beaches, the desserts!!!!
Oh, sole mio! It will be (not kidding) the trip of a lifetime!!!! I am SO excited that I have already packed and repacked my suitcase three times! I’m ready! I am so. ready. to. go.
(the sound of brakes screeching)
What do you mean, three weeks away from Ellie’s eyes? What do you even MEAN, three weeks without one single Johnny hug??? What if he takes his first steps? What if she forgets our morning ballet routine? What if when I get back they don’t even care?
Oh, this old Nonni is a nutcake. She knows it.
I love my days with these goofy, happy, messy, exhausting little people. I can’t imagine surviving three long weeks without them.
Please tell me that I’m an idiot. Please remind me that the kids will be with their Mom and Dad, and this is how it’s supposed to be.
Tell me to shut up and get over it.
Remind me that I’ll be soaking up the sun and drinking great wine with the love of my life.
I’ll nod, and smile, and tell you that you’re right. Then I’ll no doubt sob a little and pull up pics of the kids on my phone.