This house isn’t big enough for all of us April 3, 2008
Posted by erinfrances in Home, It's how we roll, The baby.Tags: baby, baptism, EAA, pregnancy
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I plan ahead for just about everything because it’s my job; I’m the planning editor (it’s a sexy job, trust me — full of daybooks and pencils and even an Excel calendar that’s COLOR-CODED). Ask me when area schools’ graduations are, or when the holiday issue of our magazine comes out. Ask me. Wait, I mean, ask me when I’m at my desk at work. I’ll so tell you in two seconds. It’s what I do.
Only I’ve been kind of taking it easy on the hardcore planning for summer events this year, because I won’t be planning much of anything this summer. I’ll be new-mothering. So it didn’t even occur to me why a baptism for July 27 would be a bad idea.
When Mom — my Ohio-livin’ mom — asked “that’s not going to run into EAA time is it?” I kind of giggled. Oh, THAT. Only one of the biggest events to hit Oshkosh each year. Only the biggest freakin’ reason hotels would be booked on a random weekend in the summer from Appleton to Fond du Lac. THAT thing. Riiiight. Sh-crap.
This wouldn’t be a problem if we didn’t live so far away from everyone but since our families will be traveling up here for the occasion (we hope), I thought I should wave the white flag to the scheduling gods and say “OK, you got me. The planning editor FORGOT ABOUT AirVenture.”
This also wouldn’t be a problem if we had a bigger house. But here’s how that would work out now:
“Dad? You and your wife will be sleeping here, on this couch. Yeah, right here. And Mom? You and your husband will be here, on the floor by the TV. Great. Yeah, you and Dad can stay up late painting each other’s toenails and talking about the good old days. Maybe you and Linda can braid each other’s hair?
“Dave’s mom and dad? You guys and Dave’s brother, sister and their significant others will be here. Now, don’t wake the baby. No, not my baby. Your baby. She’ll be over here. My baby will be upstairs. The dog? Oh, over here. Next to Jack, the toddler.”
While this is fun for Pizza Roll-eating, 80-pound preteen BFFs who share an affinity for boy bands and Disney Channel shows and sleepovers, it’s not so fun for those with adjective-heavy relationships.
And we’ve got adjectives for our relationships that we’ve not even expressed yet. Or maybe even invented yet. It’s that complicated.
Actually “Jack the tire man” is the one to credit for remembering EAA that weekend. So thank him. He makes the trip every year to Oshkosh and was the one to ask Bernie about the hotel availability. Weird.
love,
Mom
i totally know what you mean by small living quarters- hubby and i have an apartment and it barely fits anything- especially us- and our extremely fat cat who we nicknamed fatty- a nickname darin picked out and it has kind of stuck :0)
maybe we will both win the lottery and then we can have all the space anyone could ever dream of…..
wait maybe winning the lottery is a stretch…… okay winning the lottery is definitely a stretch!
and i also love me some e-cards :0)