I haven’t been here for a little while because I published my first book, Naked, and am now a very important and busy person. Just kidding. I’m still the same old ME who mooned her neighbor this morning from my front window only to realize she was coming to my house to say “hi” and then I had to talk with her in my undies while she was probably like, “please, God, put on pants.” Although, my book did make the Amazon bestseller list and that’s because all of you are amazing. So thank you! The real reason I haven’t been around much is because my husband has been traveling for work constantly and we don’t have childcare or family help so I’ve been a sort of single parent for a bit and it is killing me. I’ve always been a hard worker (like in my own way) but taking care of my little alone is some next level shit. It’s 24 glorious and horrible hours per day. One minute he’s making me laugh and cry because he’s so cute and I love him so much and the next he’s rubbing his own poop INTO HIS EAR and I’m counting down the days until he’ll start college. If you follow me on Instagram then you probably already know that right now he’ll only nap if I hold him (except right now and it is fucking amazing) and so I haven’t had any downtime at all. Here’s a summary of what’s been going on with me for the last few weeks:
That post blew up and it was surprising but also very cool. Unsurprisingly, a lot of people can relate to being sick of judgy assholes.
Question: Should that picture be my Holiday card this year? OR should it be the one where my son was RESCUED BY FIREMEN. We’ll get to that in a min. Mom of the year, right here, yall.
I got a lot of texts after I posted this of friends like, “honey, are you okay?” I’m okay, I promise. But sometimes being home all the time with a little is lonely. And I get lonely a lot easier than other people I think. I have a hard time finding connection and even though I enjoy being alone a lot, I still really crave deep and meaningful relationships with others. Nothing with me is ever easy, people.
Okay, now for the firefighters.
So this week I blew a tire and had to drop off my safe and functioning Rav 4 at the tire shop for four new tires (I am now poor. Send bread.) and when they called me to pick it up I realized I’d have to take F’s death-trap shithole car. The electrical is fucked, the door handles are broken, there’s no heat, and he refuses to fix any of it or get a new car because he is soooo cheap. Anyway, so a neighbor agreed to come with me so she could drive the scary car back so when she pulled up, I put my little in his car seat and threw my keys on the driver seat and slammed the door. I heard a “click” and frantically grabbed the door handle. Locked. All locked. “OH MY GOD NO! FUCK!” My heart jumped into my throat because it was freezing outside and my little hates the car seat as it is. Luckily, he was wearing a Patagonia fleece hat and had my Patagonia jacked tucked around him and topped with a fleece blanket. My neighbor speed-dialed the non-emergency line where the operator was like, “How old is the child? How long has he been in the car? How often do you do Kegels?” And my neighbor, originally from Queens, in her thick NY accent, was like, “You need anything fucking else?” Ten minutes later (and a very long game of peek-a-boo through the car window) a fire truck rounded the corner and pulled up in front of my house.
My favorite thing about firefighters is that whenever they exit their giant truck it looks exactly like a movie scene. The doors open, men (in this case) all jump down wearing a uniform that accents their fit form (because they’re often inexplicably attractive and this is why a group of firefighters should be called a Sizzle), and there’s a mix of both mild concern and jolly optimism on their faces. I immediately started to apologize, “I’m so sorry! I know you have better things to do. I SWEAR I’M NOT THE WORST MOM ON EARTH–” When the hunky first fireman cuts me off and says, “Oh! We’ve all done it. Welcome to parenthood!” And he laughed a sweet laugh and I immediately relaxed. The Sizzle surrounded my husband’s garbage car and peeked in and Leo smiled and waved to everyone like he’d just won a pageant. The firemen laughed and waved back. Then they got to work to get the door open with the help of a different neighbor who is a mechanical engineer. Another neighbor told me that one time she’d locked herself out of her car in the middle of the night and had to break the window. Another neighbor pulled up and said, “Did you lock Leo in the car? At least it’s not summer! HA!” And then the rest of my neighbors slowly made their way to my house until we were all standing around on my lawn and they were hugging me and rubbing my back and saying “it’s okay! He’s not even crying! He’s smiling!” And one neighbor was all, “Well you should have told me there would be firemen and I’d have put on lipstick,” and another one said, “If you need some action while F is out of town you didn’t need the entire fire department.” Because I have the best neighbors. About fifteen minutes later they got the car open and we all cheered, “Yay!” and they were kind enough to take a picture with Leo and gave me a hug. Then a neighbor gave me a bottle of Prosecco because, again, I have the best neighbors.
Leo was warm and toasty and entertained by the entire thing. I still hate my husband’s bullshit car and will never drive it again. And my car looks badass with its awesome new tires. The end.
3 thoughts on “I am Very Important Now: Instagram Updates and a Sizzle of Firefighters”
I just read it 🙂 So glad things turned out ok after the car scare! By the way, your neighbors sound awesome! And yes, parenthood is wild! We have a 6 year old son who acts like he’s already 15. It’s an adventure 🙂
Isn’t parenting fun! Been there, done that, and now my son and his wife are going through the same with my grandkids.
Fortunately the kids haven’t inflicted any serious damage on themselves or the house, yet! The worst thing I think is that they are both rather hyper and never run out of energy. I’m sure it’s partly the sugar and colourings in the candy they are given, but they do really never stop and wear me out too when they visit. Lots to love them though.
I’d like to say that parenting gets easier as they get older. It does, but it also gets harder in other ways at the same time, especially when they become teenagers. All good things to look forward to.
I did when my kid was almost exactly the same age, in almost exactly the same way, but it was summer (in Idaho, where it gets hot AF), it was my POS vehicle, and the police came instead of the fire department. The cool thing, besides not getting arrested for being the most ADD mom ever, was that I got to watch a cop break into my car with a Slim Jim…in under 5 minutes. Shit happens, and your little is lucky you’re his big! Like, he won the mom lottery even if he doesn’t know it yet or always agree once he does. You got this, my friend. 🙂