It was a quiet, working, weekend here at the house (well, around town – I don’t get anything done at the house) because Mythankfulboy was at a friend’s house Thursday night (no school Friday) and at his dad’s for the weekend. This did not keep me from sending him audio clips via text asking him to spell various words, but it did mean that I didn’t get my usual dose of him. In some ways, the nights away from your kid/s, as a divorced parent, are really good breaks. Of course, not so much when they are texting and begging to come back to your house. Still, we worked through that, and I missed him thoroughly by the time he got home.
Today, while his dad took him for a snowboard lesson (awesome, right?), I went to the office and met my business partner and one of our precious staff, and we did some sprucing up. This was much-needed, and I think we’ll all be happier this week for having done it. Afterward, I had a quick, quiet dinner out and read (one of my favorite combinations of things to do), and headed over to pick up the boy. He had so many things to tell me, he couldn’t complete a sentence. These things ranged from what his step-brother had done when he (B) had friends over (followed them around), to his disappointment that he won something in a video game only to find he already had one, to how much his rear end hurt from falling while learning to snowboard. We got the car washed, and the boy a milkshake. I played (and sang) my new favorite song for him, much to his pretend chagrin (The Decemberists’ Better Not Wake the Baby). We turned into the driveway laughing.
Once home, of course we spelled (hard words: samovar, paprika, and catkin, although the last one was easy once he heard the correct spelling…), and then the chalice lighting. It took a little while to tear him away from his iPod, but once we got the dog on the bed and settled, he gushed that he was thankful for his new baseball bat and some Lindt chocolate he got for his birthday. These days he also always says he’s thankful for me. I said I was thankful for getting some things done around the office, and for the lightness and laughter there today. And of course, for his coming home after being gone a few days. About then, the dog knocked the boy’s iPod out of the windowsill in which he’d left it for the night, and things moved into the dull aspects of getting it back in place, blowing out the candle, turning on the lava lamp, and saying goodnight.
Except for the “I love you” part. That’s always the best part.