Last night we went to the hardware store to get our Christmas tree. Bob helped pick out the perfect Fraser Fir. After we tied the tree to the top of the car, Mr. Rosenberg and I stood outside and paid the sales clerk. I heard yelling and looked behind me. Bob was alone inside the car, buckled into his booster seat, with the windows rolled up. He was screaming with excitement, "We've got the tree on the car! The tree is on the car, everyone! We have a tree! A tree! The tree is on the car! Woo hoo!"
When we got home, it was late. I told him that we could decorate the tree in the morning. He held me to my word. We decorated the tree this morning. At 6:40am.
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.