All credit to my wife, she really does not get excited over celebrity. And frankly, I don’t either for the most part. I will admit to freaking out a tiny bit when I saw Harrison Ford walking on the Upper East side at 6:30 in the morning. Smaller than I thought and not particularly fetching in his workout leggings, but good lord, it’s Han Solo.
However, since event planning is a part of her career and was a major part when in New York, she has met some notable people, but now they seem increasingly more political. As I add the latest to the wall of fame, I now have a shot of her with Gene Wilder, Rudy Giuliani, Chief Justice Sam Alito and now Mr. Attorney General – Eric Holder.
My latest accomplishment? Glad you asked. I just finished assistant coaching Henry’s U-8 soccer team. It was a lot of fun as the kids at this age actually begin to show improvement and some basic understanding of the game, as opposed to the intro-level soccer, which was the proverbial cat herding. And imagine my surprise when I received my first ever coach’s gift – a certificate usable at many of our downtown establishments.
But of course the grass is always greener. Laura would much rather be spending time with the kids (although soccer is not her thing) and I actually would rather be working. I often wonder if mom’s who stay at home would rather be at work or stay at home. I think it depends on whether you worked or not before the infestation of children. One of my sister-in-laws would definitely much rather be working. The phrase ‘suburban-mom-stay-at-home-hell’ is never far from her lips. But other moms I know seem very happy and content just staying home and running the house and the kids.
I worked for several years before the kids and for the most part enjoyed it. And for the first 3 or 4 years with two boys 16 months apart, I probably would rather have been spending some weekends at Gitmo as a nice vacation from the endless cycle of pooping-laundry-cleaning-crying cycle. But now, this whole pick up at the bus, coaching soccer thing isn’t too bad.
Especially when you are married to Forrest Gump.