I was supposed to take CootieBoy to one or two “go-sees” for future possible modeling jobs today. The park-and-ride has been getting worked on for the past year so that option was out. I had to find street parking. One “no parking” “two-hour parking” sign after another. I finally found a safe spot to park. Then I realized I had forgotten the boy’s bottle bag back at home. So back in the car to get that. Then I decided I was going to park at the end of our block and walk the five blocks to the bus stop. Then I realized it was freezing out and CootieBoy was sleeping very happily, why would he want to be awakened for this nonsense. So I thought maybe I’d drive into Manhattan and pay the $20 for parking. Or $40 for two go-sees. Then I thought the roads into Manhattan would be packed. Strike that option. Then I decided that I was not cut out to be a “stage mom” and I resigned my position. Left Jaynee three messages, one more frantic than the next.
We finally spoke to each other. I tried to explain my position. She said she didn’t understand. I knew she wouldn’t. I’m very happy in my NJ lifestyle. I like driving around NJ, not having to get on a bus to “the city” any more. I never thought I’d say that. Jaynee finally got her way, she suburbanized me.
Me getting on the bus to hang out with friends is one thing, but me getting on a bus with a sleeping baby in the cold who would probably wake up and be cranky, then need his diaper changed but not before taking off two layers of clothes — or was it three?– for a go-see that MIGHT mean a paying job while I could be home working on my real estate business is another thing. Night and Day.
I’m sorry Jaynee. I know you don’t understand but it’s totally different when you don’t have to get on the bus every day. You’ll see one day. Hopefully soon. I love you. And CootieBoy and CootieGirl.