After school was crazier than normal. There were dentist appointments and b-ball practices and of course Irish dancing. Three cars and four drivers was hardly enough to get us everywhere. I finally asked Coach to stop asking me where he had to be and at what time. How many times could I review the SAME information?! I know it was complicated, but dear God - listen the first time!
Ed and Tank did the dentist at 2:30 and returned for b-ball practice. Noodle arms, aka Mini, agreed to use the 3:30 dentist appointment and skip her b-ball practice. The night before when we were mapping all of this out, I thought it was big of her to say: 'I can just go at 3:30 because it probably doesn't matter as much if I miss my practice.' Her brothers whole heartily agreed.
I brought my iPad along when I drove Curly to dancing. I planned to use Whole Foods' internet service to work on my book. Besides, I was ticked off at the entire family. Like, seriously ticked off. Nevermind that if I return home with the intention of sitting at my desktop, I will most likely be interrupted a gazillion times. Who do you suppose will end up cleaning the kitchen after dinner?
No, I thought it best to stay away and send multiple, hostile group text messages to the fools who live in my house but do nothing to make the house livable. Suffice to say, I attempted to vacuum my upstairs yesterday. I asked the kids a million times over break to clean up their rooms. Oh, the laundry. It isn't possible that they wear all of those clothes. Define 'dirty' people! I will spare you the details of my frustration. I think we have all been there.
I picked up a b-day card from Whole Foods for Reg. Whole Foods might offer lots of organic food, but their card selection for 13 yr old boys sucked. We decided to tell Reg that he could take a friend to a Bulls game. With no gift from us to open, I couldn't very well skip the card.
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Um, college kid . . . this is a jar. I am looking for a can. 'Like pie filling' were my instructions. |
Lad came home with two jars of maraschino cherries- not going to work. Later Coach stopped and got a couple of cans of cherries at a tiny grocer. They weren't the typical brand I get, so it was more like mushed up looking cherries. It would look weird, but it would certainly taste the same.
I motioned to Coach about the lack of ticket mentioning in the card. He non-nonchalantly shrugged. 'Oh, those dates wouldn't work. Her initial email had the wrong dates, so we will have to go with plan B.' I guess that's what it is like to be married to me. Always know I can bounce back to my plan B - think on my feet. I guess it is a compliment, but I just felt exhausted. This time, we had agreed on THIS gift. I asked him to pick one of the games that he could attend and get the details.
Again with the shrugging. 'I just found out today,' he said defensively. (Don't get me started on why he didn't ask yesterday? Or the day before that!) Today, as in sometime before NOW, the time when we are giving our kid a gift?! 'Oh, were the phones at work dead? Your cell phone dropped in a toilet? You couldn't have communicated that to me before 10 pm.? I just spent 3 hours at a Whole Foods near the mall - I could have figured something else out. You SAID nothing until NOW?!' I asked him if he was OK paying full price for Bulls tickets. He wasn't.
I told Reg how our plan had been foiled. Bad dates in an email. We would figure something else out. The kid shrugged - a good kind of shrugging. 'I just got an MP3 player. It's fine,' he said.
Reggie cried a lot when he was an infant. A lot! Maybe he is just making up for it now.
2 comments:
I love that your son is cook with not getting a gift! That's a good kid you've got! And also, CHERRY YUM-YUM! That was one of my favorite desserts as a kid and I would love to have a big bowl of it right now!
I feel like Reg flies under the radar a lot, so lately I have been making a special point of noticing when he is being so awesome. First of all, he shrugged off the non-working, second-hand ipod thing at Christmas without throwing a fit. He does love his new MP3 player. Secondly, 'Hey, we screwed up and didn't get you anything' - and he's like, no big deal! I feel like I might let it go on the mornings when he forgets to unload the silverware tray!
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