we come to your house
tornadoes of feet, hands, noise
yet you want us back
In about a week, the wee one, the wee-er one and I begin our trek out east (daddy has to stay home and work). It’s a trek I’m looking forward to and dreading all at the same conflicted time. Hopefully, I’m making it much worse in my head than it will really be, because we have a direct flight that’s only about 2 1/2 hours. The wee one can watch a movie, the wee-er one can nurse and sleep and I can spend the flight remembering how the car seats get buckled into a different car.
Then we will be there – extra arms, hands, smiles, grandparents, cousins, everything. It should be a whole lot of exhausting fun. Plus it will be cold, and that will be nice and Christmas-y.
Before we take our "really, really, it won’t be that bad" flight we’re going to spend a few days at my sister’s house; my sister’s child-free home that smells not of peanut butter and spit up, but of aromatherapy candles and open bowls of m&ms. Her house where magazines actually last long enough to end up in stacks instead of ripped up, drooled on shreds that are found weeks later wadded up under the sofa cushions. Her house where the pantry is like Costco, full of quasi-healthy non-beige things to eat like organic fruit leather, instead of Gerber chicken sticks (which the wee one will eat until he’s an old man), and stale animal crackers.
Ah, the house of the DINK. It’s a fun place to visit. We roar into it like a gaggle (pride? herd? murder? yeah, murder) of tasmanian devils. And when we leave there are decapitated figurines, extra holes in the wall, an empty pantry, and a bathroom that has distinctly lost its soothing candle smell. And yet we’re invited back, so we happily go. Mama gets a break, sister and her husband get a nice dose of birth control, and everyone is fulfilled.
I look forward to drinking cold bottled water, eating some fruit leather and reading an O Magazine with all of the pages intact. After that the murder of haikuofthedays will hit the airport and we’ll be off to the grandparents to get our various freaks on.
Until then, I have a week of packing and Christmas shopping that I’m looking forward to very much (only because I’ve decided to pack very lightly and do all of my shopping online. Yay for the google and interweb).
Oop. I just got mooned and my milk let down so among other more disturbing things, I think that means I have to get off the computer now.