Jul 9, 2012 Parenting
My kids. My kids are at camp. My husband and I dropped them off yesterday in Pennsylvania for six weeks of sleepaway camp. They went for a week last year and loved it, and wanted to leave their day camps behind for campfires, bunk beds, musicals, dirt bikes, lake swimming, zip lines, and easy access to canteen snacks (twice a day!) without their parents standing over them telling them to eat some fruit instead. I don’t blame them one bit.
This has caused a change in my life of epic proportions. I’ve had time without the kids before – The Ass takes them on a pilgrimage to Florida twice a year to see his parents for five or six days at a time – but this is so different from that. If they go away for five days, I spend the first getting them to the airport and the last picking them up, so really I just get three days. And while a lot of people would give their right arm for three kid-free days, I’m not ashamed to admit that’s not enough for me.
Mar 29, 2012 Parenting
I’m in Fort Lauderdale at the moment for the She Streams conference. I’m not just attending, I’m also doing my very first solo session – nobody else on the dais with me to look to for answers. Eek!
On my flight down today a couple of notable things happened. The first was that the plane hit a pothole. I know we didn’t actually hit a pothole – we were in the air at the time – but that’s exactly what it felt like. Like when you’re driving fast and the crater comes out of nowhere and a couple days later the guy at the tire place is explaining that the pothole actually bent your rim you hit it so hard, and you have to replace the entire wheel, not just the tire (that’s happened to me three times, and it’s about $500 a pop, by the way).
I sat up straight and exclaimed something, I don’t remember what. The entire plane kind-of gasped, actually. A minute later the pilot came on the PA system and said that we had hit the wake of the very big plane in front of us. Lovely. I immediately thought of the plane that crashed into a house in Queens in 2001 – that plane had run into something similar (although obviously much worse) after taking off behind a much bigger plane.
So that was a little scary.
The other notable thing was that I caught Catherine Connors on CNN talking about Alicia Silverstone pre-chewing her son’s food. You’ve heard of helicopter parenting? This is Cuisinart parenting. And for the record, I think it’s disgusting, dangerous, and unnecessary.