For the past few years, I have celebrated Christmas several times during the season. Once with my mom, once with my in-laws and once with my Philly family (JB, CV, BH & CH). My Philly family and I meet for dinner about once a week and that’s actually more than I meet with any other relatives (technically my brother is part of my Philly family but this whole thing is usually put together largely by JB & CV. But I digress). So my PF and my husband haven’t had much chance to co-mingle since the birth of our child. Someone’s got to stay home with the baby and since these dinners are more important for my sanity than his, it’s usually him.
I really, really wanted everyone to be able to be together this year for PF gift exchange so I offered to host it at my house last week… Except no one except me had done all their Christmas shopping no one else could do it (and if we’re being honest, I thought I could bake 4 batches of cookies in 2 days, which, considering that I’m 1] sporadically and unpredictably lazy and 2] the mother of a very mobile, very rambunctious, very always-at-my-feet-even-when-I’m-trying-to-cook-or-bake-which-isn’t-very-safe, turned out to be a big fat joke) so we rescheduled for tonight and the usual location. I called my mom to tell her how I wanted to have Hoagey there and she graciously agreed to come sit for Bruno for the evening.
Let me break this down for you:
- My mother lives over an hour away. Without traffic.
- I live in Philadelphia so there’s always traffic.
- Every time she comes here she does our dishes and tonight I meant to tell her not to.
- I forgot.
- My mother has 2 small, pee-happy dogs who will blanket her home with urine if she’s not home/hasn’t hired someone to come and take them out.
- Her dog sitters are very skilled and very busy which means they are rarely available.
- When she doesn’t have a sitter she won’t stay the night.
- Which she is always welcome to do.
- For the record.
So my mom had the day off today so she planned on leaving around 3:30 which should put her here at 5 which gives her time to go to the pastry shop and spend some time with her darling grand baby. There is traffic however and she doesn’t get here til 7 and we went to get cookies for her and Bruno fell asleep on the trip which I thought would mean he’d stay up a little longer for her and be a good boy and go to bed at 8. Wa-rong. Bruno was up for about 30 minutes before it became clear he needed to go to bed immediately. So we left as my mom was trying to put Bruno down and he’s been a tad clingy to me (read: he starts to whine/fuss/cry when I get more than 2 feet away from him when he’s tired & crying) so he was crying as we left. My poor mother spent 2.5 hours driving in terrible traffic and battle parking in this post apocalyptic-snowstorm city to spend 40 minutes with a cranky baby and then do our dishes and sit in our living room while the baby slept. When we got home (35 minutes later than we originally said we’d be) she said how he was fine after we left and only fussed a little and that he went right to sleep. And she left right away even after I offered her our extra bed again. She’s on her way home right now.
Here’s the thing: she’d do it again in a heartbeat. All so that my husband could be with me while we exchanged gifts and have some drinks and food with our little Philly family.
Thanks for all you do for us, Nonna! (I love you, mommy)