My Mistake
Feb. 9th, 2020 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdaySpent another seven hours in town today, working with my daughter on clearing out the old house. It was, almost literally, like doing seven hours on the StairMaster. She continued working on the attic while I continued in the basement. Since it's a '30s-era, 2-story house, there's a lot of steps in between, and we typically move back and forth between the four levels to help each other out.
Normally, I'd be picking up my grandson--who spends Sundays at his dad's--at about 6 PM to drive him back to his mom's. But today, of all days, he asked to be picked up at seven. And after I got there, he texted me to ask if I could wait while they had ice cream. WTF!
I texted back that I was exhausted and could he possibly ask for a rain check on the ice cream or to have it "to go." He said OK, but it was another ten minutes before his dad finally walked him out to the car and said goodbye. Thankfully, I stifled any expression of impatience when he got into the car.
But as we were driving home, I asked him if we needed to stop somewhere for him to get something to eat. His dad gets up at 3 AM to start driving his delivery route from Syracuse to Rochester and, occasionally, all the way to Buffalo. So he goes to bed soon after Jason is picked up and sometimes they have a late lunch rather than an evening dinner.
This time, though, he replied that his dad had made spaghetti for dinner and that afterwards they'd had cake.
OMG! Only then did it dawn on me that this was a birthday dinner that his dad had made for him and that the ice cream he'd wanted to stay for was to go with cake!
I couldn't believe that it hadn't occurred to me earlier, given that he'd celebrated with his mom on Thursday, my own plans for dinner with him had been frustrated when I'd been snowed in on Friday, and that we'd finally had a party, of sorts, at my place on Saturday.
I guess I was just so fogged-in by fatigue, by the time we wound things down at the old house, that nothing else was registering with me. Anyway, I apologized to the kiddo and texted his dad the same.
I haven't heard back from my son, but assume that by the time I got home and texted him he was already in bed and asleep.
In any case I hope it brightens his day, at least a little, to know that I owned my mistake and wished him a good night...
LPK
Dreamwidth
2.9.2020
Normally, I'd be picking up my grandson--who spends Sundays at his dad's--at about 6 PM to drive him back to his mom's. But today, of all days, he asked to be picked up at seven. And after I got there, he texted me to ask if I could wait while they had ice cream. WTF!
I texted back that I was exhausted and could he possibly ask for a rain check on the ice cream or to have it "to go." He said OK, but it was another ten minutes before his dad finally walked him out to the car and said goodbye. Thankfully, I stifled any expression of impatience when he got into the car.
But as we were driving home, I asked him if we needed to stop somewhere for him to get something to eat. His dad gets up at 3 AM to start driving his delivery route from Syracuse to Rochester and, occasionally, all the way to Buffalo. So he goes to bed soon after Jason is picked up and sometimes they have a late lunch rather than an evening dinner.
This time, though, he replied that his dad had made spaghetti for dinner and that afterwards they'd had cake.
OMG! Only then did it dawn on me that this was a birthday dinner that his dad had made for him and that the ice cream he'd wanted to stay for was to go with cake!
I couldn't believe that it hadn't occurred to me earlier, given that he'd celebrated with his mom on Thursday, my own plans for dinner with him had been frustrated when I'd been snowed in on Friday, and that we'd finally had a party, of sorts, at my place on Saturday.
I guess I was just so fogged-in by fatigue, by the time we wound things down at the old house, that nothing else was registering with me. Anyway, I apologized to the kiddo and texted his dad the same.
I haven't heard back from my son, but assume that by the time I got home and texted him he was already in bed and asleep.
In any case I hope it brightens his day, at least a little, to know that I owned my mistake and wished him a good night...
LPK
Dreamwidth
2.9.2020
