So, after my mini-meltdown last week, and my subsequent “Hold it together girl,” chat with myself, it turned out that my fears were all out of whack with reality.
No, really. I know that surprises you. (Can anyone say “hamster-head?”)
Anyway. I have had a completely delightful two weeks since this new schedule has happened. Surprisingly, utterly, delightful.
First was the unexpected pleasure of a night with the Boychild, completely on our own. Ad got called away to KC for the night, and whereas in the past I would have taken my happy butt over to W’s (and enjoyed myself) of course I can’t do that now.
I’m a parent. I have responsibilities.
So instead I took the Boychild out for dinner at the City Diner and then to the ice cream shop and we meandered down Kingshighway, looking in storefronts, eating ice cream cones, and talking about school, and life, and how he wants a job and–oh yeah–how he has a new girlfriend. A 19-year-old girlfriend. I’m not actually too distressed about this (yet.) She doesn’t have a car, he doesn’t have a driver’s license, they met at Shakespeare Camp and haven’t seen each other since then, only communicating via text, Facebook, email and phone. But now I know why he’s so hot to get a job.
“I need money to take her out on a date, Mom.”
“Oh? And am I going to pick her up and drive you both to the theater, like I did when you and your last girlfriend were fifteen?”
I predict this lasting about until she starts college this semester. Which, oh, is this week. We’ll see.
On the other hand, the Missy is quite in her stride with her guy-she-likes-to-hang-with-who-isn’t-a-boyfriend. As I was getting ready for bed she was getting ready to go out.
“Where you going?” I asked.
“Over to H’s,” she says.
“Isn’t it kind of late?”
“He just got off work.” When I raise my eyebrows she continues. “Don’t worry, I asked him if he’s too tired.”
Eyebrows raise higher. “Too tired?”
She gives me a cheeky grin. “Gotta get me some, Momma!”
I shake my head. Gotta love that girl. “Be careful,” I say, because what else can I say?
“I always am.” She kisses me on the top of my head (cheeky-ass girl.) “You raised me right.”
And I think I did, and am. I’m not making a hash of this motherhood thing. At least not yet.
Oh, and PS? The Girl started her own blog. And sent me the link, because she wanted me to read it. She wants me to read her blog. “Only if you promise not to censor yourself,” I told her. And then said that I’d only peak in once in awhile. Which is all I’ve done. But seriously–she’s freakin’ hilarious! The girl can write, and she has her timing down in telling a story. I am bowled over, awed, and just so proud to be her mom. But the eggs? I swear they didn’t expire back in May. She’s making that part UP.
I’m quite enjoying spending time with the kids, being home, cooking dinners. I adore those two knuckleheads, and they seem pretty fond of me back. The Boychild still hasn’t reconciled with his father, but I can’t do any more than I have done already. It’s up to him (the Ex) to be the adult and make it right with his son. I make sure to insert my opinion (that they do need to reconcile) into my conversations with the Boychild, but I can’t really do more than that.
This being home stuff is good for Ad, too. He loves having me here every night, and it seems to be helping his mood quite a bit. Maybe it will be good for both of us, too, if I can get him out of his funk. Me being here seems to help with that, although I warned him that sitting around every night is not going to cut it for me. So we’ll see if he can motivate himself off the couch. Meanwhile, I have my weekends with W (which I talk more about on PoJ.) And much upcoming travel! I go to Las Vegas in early September, Twisted Tryst in WI (and meeting W’s mom and brother!) over my bday weekend, then Baltimore for a work thing at the end of the month. Later in October, if all goes well, I will be hitting Chicago for Kinky Kollege, and somewhere in there I need to schedule a trip to visit some new kinky friends in Des Moines. And then, it’s Puerto Vallarta in November with the Missy and possibly Spokane to visit my son, daughter-in-law and new grandbaby over Christmas.
Thank god I got a raise, huh?
So yeah. Things are good. And yeah–I love my new schedule.