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thisnewdayIt feels like the earth has somehow righted itself and the rest of the planets are once again in sync. Our grandson stayed in town with us overnight and prevailed on his dad to let him stay the rest of the week. Before that, the plan had been for him to be here one night and there on another, depending on what was going on in the two households, including some part of the weekend.
He'd originally asked to stay overnight last night but had to be willing to endure one of those second-in-her-entire-married life shopping trips that his grandma had finally scheduled for herself--after years of clothing, and otherwise providing for, everyone else.
He was OK with that and was rewarded for his patience with an olive plaid pair of cargo shorts, new flip-flops, and a Tony Hawk tee shirt, with his skateboard hero's logo on the front. (There is, after all, a reason why his aunt calls him "The Prince of Mooney Avenue.")
After that, we had dinner at Panera Bread and stopped at Friendly's to pick up an ice cream treat for dessert. Back at the house, we watched a little TV and then went to bed. (Homework and outside reading had been done in the afternoon, right after school.)
The other part of the deal was that we had to get up early to drop grandma off for her 7:30 AM job evaluation, followed by an 8-hour class she was scheduled to attend at the hospital. But we had a plan, everyone was on board with it, and it went off without a hitch.
It's obvious that he likes that about being here: the planning, the routine, the predictability of it. The fact that he knows he's gonna be where he's supposed to be, properly attired and otherwise prepared for whatever the day might bring.
Which is in stark contrast to the way the week started for him, for us, due to his dad being two hours late getting him into town for school on Monday. That and a bunch of other stuff that we won't get into here.
Let's just say that, with his dad's permission to be here, the rest of the week looks much better to both of us. And that last night I awoke to hear him laughing in his sleep...
LPK
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3.21.2012
He'd originally asked to stay overnight last night but had to be willing to endure one of those second-in-her-entire-married life shopping trips that his grandma had finally scheduled for herself--after years of clothing, and otherwise providing for, everyone else.
He was OK with that and was rewarded for his patience with an olive plaid pair of cargo shorts, new flip-flops, and a Tony Hawk tee shirt, with his skateboard hero's logo on the front. (There is, after all, a reason why his aunt calls him "The Prince of Mooney Avenue.")
After that, we had dinner at Panera Bread and stopped at Friendly's to pick up an ice cream treat for dessert. Back at the house, we watched a little TV and then went to bed. (Homework and outside reading had been done in the afternoon, right after school.)
The other part of the deal was that we had to get up early to drop grandma off for her 7:30 AM job evaluation, followed by an 8-hour class she was scheduled to attend at the hospital. But we had a plan, everyone was on board with it, and it went off without a hitch.
It's obvious that he likes that about being here: the planning, the routine, the predictability of it. The fact that he knows he's gonna be where he's supposed to be, properly attired and otherwise prepared for whatever the day might bring.
Which is in stark contrast to the way the week started for him, for us, due to his dad being two hours late getting him into town for school on Monday. That and a bunch of other stuff that we won't get into here.
Let's just say that, with his dad's permission to be here, the rest of the week looks much better to both of us. And that last night I awoke to hear him laughing in his sleep...
LPK
LiveJournal
3.21.2012
