sunday, june 27, 2010

waiting

we wait to find out grades on tests, we wait to find out if we get into college, we wait to see if he/she will call us after a date, we wait to see if we are pregnant, we wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl, we wait to get our car fixed, we wait at the doctors office, we wait on hold, we wait while the moron in front of us finishes texting so he can go faster than 8 miles an hour in a 65 mile an hour zone, and we wait for the trunks to get picked up so we know, for sure, with 100percent certainty, that our kids are really leaving for camp for four/eight whole weeks......

the ganchrow family spent the weekend on the island of long. we all had such a wonderful time. and though our hosts were disappointed that we didn't drink coffee or eat breakfast, we can't wait to go back again(that is, if we will be invited....) the boys enjoyed their last shabbos before camp with their "out of town" friends and though i have much material on the whole experience, it will have to wait for later in the week....because this blog is about me(of course it is, because isn't everything about me?)

banji latkin -ganchrow is the freakin mother of the year. why? because she stayed up until 2 in the morning WAITING for her sons laundry to be clean and dry so she could pack the shabbos clothes they wanted for camp. why did she do this? because she is an idiot?...because she has nothing else to do?....no, it's because she is a mom...(and because she got to catch up on last season's entourage episodes on hbo before the new season starts tonight). so eventhough this morning, instead of her sons appreciating what she did for them, instead of them thanking their mom profusely for all of her hard work and dedication, all they could do was torture son#3 and complain how she didn't pack anything they really wanted....

i know, that deep down, way deep, way way way deep, they appreciate the waiting i did so they have something to wear in camp...when they are there for four full weeks, four full shabbos naps, 28 nights of well, to be honest...waiting for them to come home.....
(well, not all 28 nights....) gotta go... i think i hear the truck for the trunks.......

happy sunday