When your grown ass kid, now all adultish with a paycheck, 401k and bills of her own, asks if you to go on a ski weekend with her you better well say yes.
So when Kid2 invited me, I didn’t hesitate: you’re goddamn right I will because those teenage years were no picnic and now I get to hang with an awesome human.
She texted – nobody calls, geesh mom – that she booked us a “sketch” hotel near Hunter Mountain in upstate New York for three nights and will I pay.
Um. No.
So instead we planned an 5am wake up call to drive 2 hours to Hunter to ski all day, crash in a “sus” hotel for one night, which means alarmingly means “suspect,” ski the second day, then drive home.
Don’t worry mom, I got this.
I worried.
Two entire days of skiing?
I’m not so sure I can handle it but if your grown-ass kid invites you, you go. So I did.
I get it. You have to say ok you’ll go and you did. Great read Kate. And kudos fir doing it, and extra kudos fir staying the path and not paying for the rooms. I would have buckled there(if only formy own comfort)!