It’s interesting to me how one thought can lead to another thought and then another thought and before you realize, you miss your hometown and the fact that you haven’t taken your children for a long enough visit to their maternal grandmother or the city you grew up in. This sounds oddly specific doesn’t it? Well, it is.
This morning it began innocently enough with a blackberry yogurt for Rogan. I was trying to entice him a bit as it was a switch from his regular vanilla, and I explained that his favorite jelly is blackberry, and that there are even ice cream flavors like blackberry and black raspberry. Suddenly I thought of Graeter’s Black Raspberry Mocha Chip, and the fact that my boys have not had it yet. Nor have they been to the Cincinnati Zoo, nor have they been to the Museum at Union Terminal, nor have they been able to spend any quality time at my Mum’s house.
You see, the current issue with my Mum’s house is this: her only full bathroom on the second floor is relatively out of commission. She’s been having it remodeled for what seems like 3 years now, and many times she has had to interrupt progress because of some other money-requiring emergency that can’t wait. She has a shower in the dark, creepy, dungenous basement, 2 floors away, and she has a working 1/2 bath on the first floor, and I may sound like a spoiled brat, but when you throw kids into the mix you have to really think about bathrooms and stuff like that. If it were just me, I wouldn’t really give a damn.
So I called my Mum and shared my sadness and the fact that I really want to get the boys there for a weekend, and surprisingly she has been planning to get that bathroom completely finished very soon.
The tentative plan is for a weekend in October. And I can hardly wait. Graeter’s, here we come!!