NEW YORK CITY BLONDE

So it's been a rough week. Which I feel like I say every week but this past one was particularly difficult. Aside from working my usual 60 hours and then getting embarrassingly drunk on Saturday, my grandmother also passed away.
I deal with death in a strangely calm manner, maybe that's because that I know they're in a better place now. But the death of "Gramma Syl" was the hardest one I've experienced. You know she was an awesome woman because I share genes with her, so I'll spare you the funny anecdotes.
I would say the hardest part about her death is being so far away from all of my family and having to listen to my mom cry on the phone. Why is it so hard to hear your parents cry? I probably cry to my mom at least once a month, you'd think I could handle having the tables turned. It makes me dread the day that I'll eventually have to watch my mom pass and wonder if I'll have a daughter to lean on.
I've been so career-driven and focused that I've never given motherhood much thought. Probably because I've yet to date a suitable baby daddy candidate. Don't get me wrong, I love kids. Like, I LOVE kids. But I'm the oldest and a very experienced babysitter and I know that children are a ton of work. And I refuse to be one of those moms who lets a nanny raise her kids. My grandmother passing led me to the epiphany that I really do want kids; dirty diapers, awkward middle school pictures, orthodontist appointments, pre-prom lectures, post-party pickups and all. Plus, someone has to carry on my legacy and inherit all of my wealth when I'm gone.
Thankfully I've got a few more years to prepare for that chapter of my life. Obviously I'm not at that point yet but it feels good to gain insight from such an unfortunate event. I only wish that Gramma Syl would have been able to meet my mini-nyc blondes.

Anyways, I'm sure you've had enough of my sentiment for one day. Email me your questions, stories, social security numbers, whatever at meetnycblonde@gmail.com.