Finally settled in to Rumson NJ

Bah Humbug

Where to begin…

I am slowly adjusting to the work/commute routine. Some days are harder than others. Like the day I missed Evan’s holiday concert.

The Friday before last was my company’s holiday party. It also happened to be my nephew’s birthday. JP took the kids to Henry’s party, I was the dutiful new employee trying to get to know my coworkers a little better. I missed the line for food. I missed the 7:45 boat home. I lost my voice trying to talk over the loud music.

When the alarm went off early the next morning for the family to go to see the Rockettes, I could not force myself to get up. JP and the kids went without me. I missed out on a family tradition, but I did get to sleep until 11 AM (something I have not done since I was in college).

This past week started off on a particularly low note with Evan coming down with the stomach flu. I heard him moaning in his sleep last Sunday night. The mom in me woke up and wandered into his room. I started caressing his back. He promptly woke up and vomited everywhere. He vomited on me. He continued to get sick throughout the night. I did 3 loads of laundry that night. Some I had to wash twice because they weren’t quite clean the first go around. Fun times.

The week got even better when my husband came down with the regular flu the next day. Having a sick household and having to catch the 6 AM boat into work and the late boat home is just awesome. I think I had a total of 6 hours of sleep the first two nights. A sleepy mommy means little sympathy for those who are feeling under the weather. Fortunately, Evan’s sickness passed and JP discovered the beauty of Nyquil, and things got better towards the end.

Except for when we found out that Erin will need a second set of tubes. The little girl who adores her daddy and wants nothing to do with mommy, has unfortunately inherited her mother’s defective Eustachian tubes. They do not drain fluid from the inner ears the way they should. She cannot hear. So in the new year, she will undergo a second surgery. This surgery will cause irreparable damage to her ear drums, but will hopefully allow her to hear again. Let’s just hope the second times the charm (it took four surgeries for me, and cost me 30%+ hearing loss to boot).

One of the main reasons we decided to move to New Jersey was to be closer to family. We gave up a lot for that — high-paying careers, valuable real estate, a close network of friends. Knowing what I know now, I doubt I would have made the same choice. For whatever reason, the family hasn’t been that interested in getting together this holiday season. Despite living in the same town, we will all be spending Christmas Eve on our own (and at one point there was even talk of doing Christmas on our own, too). JP is beyond bummed, and I have been made to feel guilty because I am part of the problem and not the solution. Weeks ago I said that I would be willing to host Christmas but not Christmas Eve because I had to work a full day that day. Apparently if we don’t host, then the entire family getting together on Christmas Eve is a no go. But I don’t want to work a full day, come home at 6:30 ish and then have to host 16+ people, clean up after them and then somehow find time to wrap presents. I guess that makes me selfish.

What can I say? Bah Humbug.

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