I don't even remember how the morning started... I remember a
dog(s) doing unpleasant things in the
living room. <Hrmphrpghrghr>. I don't know why I did/do this. I should stick to tarantulas. The
morning was a nice one, I think…it was a Friday morning, so how could it not
be? The kids and I had a fun morning
together and off to school we go….. Work was emotionally draining …it just
issssss….. Kids who fight to their best
in causing themselves more issues, not understanding that they are, yet understanding…Get
it? They *know* they are making the picture
worse, but they can’t see the whole picture – how could they? They’re teenagers….. I couldn’t see what I was doing after my
accident, but I’ll know til my dying
breath that I thought I was doing the
right thing for myself. The thing is, as adults, we forget…we really
do. Oh, I know you all told yourselves,
just as I did - “I’ll NEVER forget what I feel like right now!”, but then we become "adults" and decide that teenagers have no idea because we believe our perception to be the right one. My, my...what good dictators we've become.
The PLAN was Maggie had plans for kid’s-
night-out. The PLAN was Ethan and I would work on Christmas lights, but I KNEW the PLAN would change and sure enough, Ethan
changed his mind and wanted to go to the dance.
The silver lining was I had all of my homework propped on my laptop
before I left so, so I could do my homework in the car, which is what I often
do. On the way, I gave the boys tips on if they kissed a girl, like not
shoving their tongue in her mouth, which is like putting a warm, live fish in
your mouth. Girls don’t like that. I also praised Michael on his consideration
in breath mints.
Unfortunately, the address Ethan had put in the phone was not the address for Elk Grove, Montessori Project, California... it was the address for Elk Grove California. I haven't verified to check where it was since I knew the campus was on the street as shown on the map, but when we ended up a little group of other lost families, I got the right address and let everyone know. Sadly, I then gallivanted off in the wrong direction (I still have right/left issues) as these families headed to the dance. Dropped the boys off, eventually, and headed to Skip’s Music and Dimple Records, which is really more Dimple CDs as they have a really sucky (this is Musical terminology for “quite poor”) vinyl section.
Unfortunately, the address Ethan had put in the phone was not the address for Elk Grove, Montessori Project, California... it was the address for Elk Grove California. I haven't verified to check where it was since I knew the campus was on the street as shown on the map, but when we ended up a little group of other lost families, I got the right address and let everyone know. Sadly, I then gallivanted off in the wrong direction (I still have right/left issues) as these families headed to the dance. Dropped the boys off, eventually, and headed to Skip’s Music and Dimple Records, which is really more Dimple CDs as they have a really sucky (this is Musical terminology for “quite poor”) vinyl section.
On the way home, on Scott Road <I heard a horrific story
from a mother who lost her son on this road during last year’s Every 15 Minutes
– a drunk driving program at the school> I gave the boys Life Lessons on
driving drunk (as in DON’T EVER DO IT and DON’T GET IN A CAR WITH SOMEONE WHO
HAS BEEN DRINKING). We then reminisced
fondly over our favorite Doctor Who episodes and I dropped Michael off with his family and collected my own (Mags) Great talk with mom ,
Linda, and off we went.
As I was driving
home with the kids, they asked me about my first kiss - <smile> <and a
little bit of shame as I forget who it was…but that’s okay – I’ll do a time-line tomorrow> . As we sat at home,
eating out In-n-Out burgers in front of the fake fireplace, Maggie asked me if
I missed being in a relationship with someone..and I told her yes and no. I miss the relationship part, the having
someone to talk to and do things with, share moments with, being loved. That part I do miss, yet I love being single
and not being responsible to anyone. I
love having my own bed and doing what I want, when I want. I loved having adventures with the them. That’s why, I told her, I think I get crushes
on guys who live far away- so I can still have the “thrill” of a crush, but
they don’t come home every day.
Actually, nothing ever works out, so there isn’t even the threat of
daily phone calls. <grin> Maybe I’ll work towards something more realistic
– like a duplex relationship. Or a Lucy
and Ricky separate beds situation. Makes
perfect sense to me. ;)
Pictures: A beautifully set "horror film tree with foreboding clouds" and sun peeking out at work today; My raind-dropped windshield, waiting to pick up kids.
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