Keep me in your thoughts this weekend as I solo parent until Monday night. For Drew’s birthday a couple weeks ago, I gave him tickets to LA to visit his friends, and he is on his way there as we speak. This trip is well-deserved and long overdue, but damn, Imma miss him and miss having an extra set of hands to corral these kids of ours. Already, Jackson is like, “Mom! Mom! What are our plans this weekend, huh?! What do you have planned? What are we gonna do? What did you plan for us? Plans, plans, plans, plans!” And I’m like, Dude, I had a second child so you wouldn’t bug me about planning shit to do all the time. Go play with your sister while I read a book and file my nails, seriously.
I think my kids are spoiled with too many fun things all the time — yesterday, for example, Jackson played hooky and got to be on TV in the morning and then spend the afternoon in Chinatown — and when we have an unplanned weekend — because I planned Drew’s weekend, ok, or I haven’t gotten around to planning ours — they (or at least Jackson) can’t fathom unscheduled time and what to do with it.
I’m gonna be honest: I can’t really either. A whole weekend, two kids, one adult, and not a single thing planned. WHAT was I thinking?!