By the time you read this, I will — fingers crossed everything goes as planned — be at my parents’ house in Germany, along with Jackson (sans Drew, sadly) for an 8-day visit. Given the time difference (six hours ahead of New York) and the fact that I spent all of last night on a plane either holding Jackson or, if there’s a God, watching him sleep in an available seat right next to me, I will, in all likelihood, be nestled in the guest bed, drifting off for at least six — nah, let’s be wild and say seven — hours of uninterrupted sleep, followed by another five or six hours of sleep, sleep, sleep. The song posted, “Danke Schoen,” sung by a very young, and surprisingly ladylike, Wayne Newton is a message to the powers that be for what I hope was (will be, since it’s still in the future as I write this) a very smooth and uneventful international flight despite doing it alone with a baby and a thousand pounds of baby gear. Amen.
My parents have lived in Germany for nearly 23 years, which means that I spent a few years there myself before graduating high school and starting my 13-year tenure in the Midwest. I haven’t been back to visit since Christmas, 2009, and it’s been since 1998 that I was there in the summertime, so this will be a treat — to eat some schnitzel and frites (plus some of my dad’s concoctions from the grill), spend time with my parents, and watch Jackson get to know his grandma and grandpa, whom he hasn’t seen since he was a newborn. There have also been talks of wine fests, petting zoos, and baby swings, oh my.
Don’t worry, I plan to work from there, so you shouldn’t notice too much of a lull in posting while I’m away. Although it would help if people sent me some interesting letters — come on, we want Intrigue! Psycho exes! Emotional meltdowns! Groomsmen with missing teeth! — and some updates. Come on, surely some of you have some problems you want to share with the internet. Don’t be shy. Oh, and Danke Schoen — in advance.