When I was young, I never thought I would be a parent and I never thought I would be a wife. It just didn’t occur to me. I did plan once, with a childhood friend named Sherry, that we would share an apartment somewhere (particularly funny because I’m pretty sure neither of us had ever been in an apartment) and drink Tab and drive a shared Volkswagen bug. But I never planned a wedding in my head or named my kids like some people do. I eventually figured I would move to a city, but that was it.
Because of my lack of planning, I was particularly interested last night when Jenn announced some planning of her own. After I had yelled at her brother for a marginal offense, she announced:
” When I’m a mommy, it’s going to be really fun and I’m going to be nice all the time.”
We talked about what that might entail, and she had some further ideas for me. (I’ll point out that she’s four.)
“For example, you could have just said, ‘Jake, stop doing that.'”
That was all she said, and then she moved on to finding an item for show and tell.
But I didn’t move on because she was right. Maybe I don’t need to start with cranky and angry. Maybe I can build to it. But with kids/dog/house I don’t really want in Ohio, by the time the kids get home from school, I have been building all day. If only mine went to eleven. (Have you seen This is Spinal Tap?)
Perhaps I should look up Sherry and see what she’s doing these days — that apartment, car and can of Tab might be a perfect respite.