Memo to family and friends...
Gratuitous cuttage ahead
WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP DYING ALREADY!!!
First it was the grandfather-in-law, then some obscure family member I never met, and now my mother's mother has been in the hospital more often than not over the past week. There's no way I can get up there if something severe were to happen. The soonest I can think that my wife and I and the babies could get there is May 12th, and that's three and a half weeks from now. I don't want her to die without having met either the baby boy or the baby girl. But we can hardly afford to live day-to-day as it is. $576 for airfare, hotel, and rental car, plus food, fuel, and emergency money isn't going to fall out of the sky. We can only hope someone buys the Suburban and we find a replacement vehicle that leaves us with something left over in the hopes that we can hold onto it long enough to get paid on the 9th and possibly book this trip.
So now every thought in my head is revolving around my parents telling me every day for the last decade that I need a job with benefits and vacation time and a salary instead of a wage and higher education and this that and the other thing and I think to myself, wow, if I had done what they told me, we would be on standby at DFW ready to go, bags packed, nanny watching the school age children, babies dressed out in the cutest god damned outfits, credit cards in hand, and no fear of anything getting in our way.
Then I remember that my wife loves me the way I am, and that my mother's opinion bounces right off of her because she knows better. I just wish that I could be all those wonderful things and still be the same person, but had I gone to college and never drove a taxi and never lived in a minivan, I never would have met her and I wouldn't be experiencing the joy of the babies and the married life which so eluded me the first time around. I mean, what the fuck was wrong with me, worrying about impressing my parents? I'd rather impress myself with how sweet, thoughtful, caring, loving, cozy, and understanding my wife is, and how much fun this whole family thing is. And I am. So much so that I almost don't even care what my parents say about what job I do, or what car I drive, or how we spend our money and why. IT DOESN'T MATTER what they think, it matters WHAT I DO ABOUT IT, and right now, I'm just going to have to take a crash course in diplomacy so I don't completely piss off my mother while my grandmother passes on.
And the other voice in my head is telling me, GET UP THERE, and I just hope I can satisfy that before it's too late. I want her to hold the babies and see them smiling at her and pull on her hair and play with her big fat nose and listen to her talk to them. I want them to scream and cry and laugh and babble around her so she can marvel at the fact that the black sheep of the family who moved so far away, still managed to put a family together as best he could and make beautiful babies with a beautiful woman and and and I'm going to bed now...
Please keep my grandmother in your prayers, as well as my mother in law for the loss of her father and the rest of the families to have peace. Anyone want to watch the kids so we can get up there without bothering the mother-in-law? We have teh internets...
WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP DYING ALREADY!!!
First it was the grandfather-in-law, then some obscure family member I never met, and now my mother's mother has been in the hospital more often than not over the past week. There's no way I can get up there if something severe were to happen. The soonest I can think that my wife and I and the babies could get there is May 12th, and that's three and a half weeks from now. I don't want her to die without having met either the baby boy or the baby girl. But we can hardly afford to live day-to-day as it is. $576 for airfare, hotel, and rental car, plus food, fuel, and emergency money isn't going to fall out of the sky. We can only hope someone buys the Suburban and we find a replacement vehicle that leaves us with something left over in the hopes that we can hold onto it long enough to get paid on the 9th and possibly book this trip.
So now every thought in my head is revolving around my parents telling me every day for the last decade that I need a job with benefits and vacation time and a salary instead of a wage and higher education and this that and the other thing and I think to myself, wow, if I had done what they told me, we would be on standby at DFW ready to go, bags packed, nanny watching the school age children, babies dressed out in the cutest god damned outfits, credit cards in hand, and no fear of anything getting in our way.
Then I remember that my wife loves me the way I am, and that my mother's opinion bounces right off of her because she knows better. I just wish that I could be all those wonderful things and still be the same person, but had I gone to college and never drove a taxi and never lived in a minivan, I never would have met her and I wouldn't be experiencing the joy of the babies and the married life which so eluded me the first time around. I mean, what the fuck was wrong with me, worrying about impressing my parents? I'd rather impress myself with how sweet, thoughtful, caring, loving, cozy, and understanding my wife is, and how much fun this whole family thing is. And I am. So much so that I almost don't even care what my parents say about what job I do, or what car I drive, or how we spend our money and why. IT DOESN'T MATTER what they think, it matters WHAT I DO ABOUT IT, and right now, I'm just going to have to take a crash course in diplomacy so I don't completely piss off my mother while my grandmother passes on.
And the other voice in my head is telling me, GET UP THERE, and I just hope I can satisfy that before it's too late. I want her to hold the babies and see them smiling at her and pull on her hair and play with her big fat nose and listen to her talk to them. I want them to scream and cry and laugh and babble around her so she can marvel at the fact that the black sheep of the family who moved so far away, still managed to put a family together as best he could and make beautiful babies with a beautiful woman and and and I'm going to bed now...
Please keep my grandmother in your prayers, as well as my mother in law for the loss of her father and the rest of the families to have peace. Anyone want to watch the kids so we can get up there without bothering the mother-in-law? We have teh internets...