After two lovely days at home with the kids, Isabelle went back to school (albeit after a two-hour delay) this morning. Unfortunately, Ari came down with his first cold. He’s a cranky-pants this evening. Therefore, I wanted to try out a format that I heard Teri tried earlier this week. It’s a math autobiography. Here goes:
- I’m an only child. Even though I wanted a brother or sister for years, I’m thankful to be blessed with wonderful parents. (And by wonderful, I mean parents who have sacrificed and would do anything for me, my husband, and our children.)
I have two children: Isabelle and Ari. They make me want to work to make this world a better place. (By “better place” that means anything from using my voice to call my elected officials to turning off the water when I brush my teeth.) I want them to grow up to be happy, healthy, and productive citizens.
- Three are the number of grandparents I grew up with. My dad’s mother passed away a few months after I was born. I’ve heard so many stories about her. I know we would’ve gotten along fabulously if she had lived longer. [Both of my grandfathers passed away within months of me becoming a Bat Mitzvah. (Actually, today is the anniversary of my Grandpa Morris’s passing.) Fortunately, my mom’s mom was in my life until I was a couple of months shy of my 30th birthday.]
- Four are the number of people in our house. People have said, “you have a million-dollar family” now that Marc and I have a son and a daughter. (That comment nauseates me.) We’ve been told “now you’re done.” (We would’ve been finished having kids even if we had another girl!)
- Five are the number of first cousins I had growing up. They were all boys! I always wished I could’ve had a female first cousin since the boys were sometimes mean to me. Fortunately, I now consider one of those “boy cousins” to be one of my friends. Funny how time changes our relationships!
- Six years is the age difference between my children. I didn’t expect to have such a large span of time in-between my kids, but now I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
- Seven hours is the minimum amount of time I need to sleep to feel rested. I prefer to get eight to nine hours of sleep a night, but that hasn’t happened regularly since Ari was born. (Contrary to what some people say, I got back to a normal sleep schedule after having my first child.)
- We’ve lived in Pennsylvania for nearly eight years. It still doesn’t feel 100% like home even though we own our own home. (NYC still feels like home. This is something that’s only understood by people who’ve lived in the City and have left.)
- Marc and I celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary this past December.
- Two Writing Teachers will celebrate it’s tenth blogging anniversary this June. It’s hard to believe I’ve been blogging for ten years!