I was “forced” to get on another plane this week…and it’s all Maya’s fault.
It all started with me trying to sign Maya up for another week of camp online, only to read that there were no more weeks of camp to sign up for. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
So I called the camp director to confirm.
Camp Director: “There is no error on our website. Camp ends August 30th.”
Me: “But that leaves 9 days until school starts. How am I supposed to entertain a high-energy 8-year-old for 9 whole days?”
I was almost shaking with fear. You may think I’m being dramatic, but picture this:
- A kid, who normally must be occupied every second, with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
- Two working parents.
- A new city where we have no family and few friends.
- My controlling self who cannot find it in herself to trust and thus hire a babysitter to watch Maya. (Despite the fact they’re likely more qualified than me to do so.)
I’m sure you’ll agree that I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
So we did the only thing we could do: we ran off to London so Maya’s grandparents could watch her while Ali and I worked remotely.
And then, because we aren’t neglectful and selfish enough, Ali and I decided to leave Maya with her grandparents for a few days, so we could visit Paris.
We want to feel terrible, truly we do. And we will.
Right after I finish my Pain au Chocolat and Ali has another latte.