Today is Thursday and my son and husband are in sunny Florida and my daughter and I are in snowy New York City. I am starting to suspect that I am doing marriage wrong.
But the good news is that we will all be going to Florida this weekend, so it’s not like we’re going to miss out on the action. And by “action” I mean worrying about sinkholes and hurricanes and thunderstorms, and alligators and/0r crocodiles. I was feeling pretty good about my Worry List and then someone mentioned casually that pythons are eating the entire Florida population, so I had to update and revise my list. This whole python situation is really the last thing I need right now, by the way.
Before my son left, he and my daughter had a brief but meaningful fight about who this trip is more unfair to. He thinks it’s more unfair to him because she gets to bring a friend with her and she thinks it’s more unfair to her because the only reason we’re going to Florida in the first place is because that’s where his beloved Mets have spring training and apparently we have to watch that. (Note to self: update Worry List, again.)
I don’t know how the unfairness Olympics ended because I retired to my room to read a book and/or fashion a noose.
But I’m hoping that this trip will give me the energy to start writing my memoir again. I am hoping this despite the fact that no previous trip has ever done that for me, but if there’s one thing I am it’s an optimist. And a liar.
Have a nice weekend!
Update (within a post titled “UPDATE”):
My son just sent me this: