As I sit writing this post, I have 20 more minutes until my workday is over and I am free for the weekend. I am going up to Boston this weekend for a wedding and I can not wait to return to the dirty waters of beantown. I packed my Red Sox hat and my “Yankee Suck” chant – I have everything I need for a weekend of fun in the greatest city on earth.
Earlier this week, I called my mom around this same time. We chatted for a few minutes and she told me that she was getting ready to go for a bike ride. I knew that this meant “I want to hang up” but I insisted that she keep talking to me and get me through the last 20 minutes of my work day. We continued chatting about nothing important and every time we came to the end of a topic, there was an awkward pause, followed by my mom asking how much longer she had to keep talking. She started telling me a story, that was actually pretty interesting, about a conversation she had with her friends about wedding bands; a topic that I should care about since Matt and I still have to nail a group down for our wedding. However, as she was in the middle of the story, I looked down at the clock on my computer and realized it was 4 minutes PAST the end of my day. I quickly shut down my computer and interrupted my mother telling her that we had made it to “closing time.” Instead of being insulted that I wasn’t letting her finish her relevant story, she said “well get out of there!”
It is so great to have a mom who understands my priorities when it comes to my job.
On another note, I would like to thank my sister for coming to visit me for lunch this today. For someone who claims to “never go below 59th street,” I really appreciate it!
Lastly, I would like to thank my dad for his mid-day phone call. While I talk to my mom 5-6 times per year (sadly, I am not kidding) a phone call from my dad at lunch time is a rare and special treat. It is like he has a 6th sense and knows when I need some heartfelt dad-loving.
I can’t begin to express just how lucky I am. Doesn’t family rock?