Scott and Drew finally arrived home from the Oklahoma family reunion yesterday afternoon. My mother-in-law and I were going to drive up Saturday morning, but the doom and gloom newscasters on tv convinced us it would be much safer to stay under our own roofs. Of course, the forecasts were a little dramatic and we could have made the drive just fine. Ironically, the reunion did not get rained on at all. Now, everyone claims that we will use any excuse to avoid attending the reunion. This is just a lie. I have many sleepless nights throughout the year in eager anticipation of sleeping in a big room with bunk beds and sharing a community restroom. It was raining cats and dogs here, I promise.
To follow up on the Walmart purchases, the guys did not get to use the Sponge Bob golf balls because the soggy golf course was closed to carts. Walkers were welcome, but I guess the men are not as manly as I previously thought. I don't blame them though. Eighteen holes is a pretty long hike especially without beer girls.
We have often believed that our son needs counseling. I'm not sure if it is because he is an only child and only grandchild on both sides of the family or because the lunacy genes run pretty thick on my side. Anyway, the issue now is co-dependency. When he travels without me, he gets a nervous stomach. Nevermind that he is with his father and grandfather; momma is not here. Nothing like being at the family reunion with people you only see once or twice a year and puking. I fear that he will never be able to go to camp or vacation with a friend's family because he needs his mom. Then there is that tiny piece of me that loves the fact he needs me and I am special to him. Maybe I can get a discount on the counseling since there are two of us with issues...
On the plus side, Scott did give him Tums and prevented him from consuming junk food. By Sunday, Drew was all better thanks to his tender loving care.
Last night Drew mentioned that he is so miserably bored this summer that he would rather be in school. I commiserated with him and said I am so bored I am tempted to go buy a can of paint and start painting the inside of the house. He got excited and said, "that's a great idea. We could have a lot of fun painting." Luckily, I talked him into a bike ride and a trip to the skating rink today. We've also been working on a cross-stitch of a dog that is designed for kids but really needs an adult involved at every step. He told me today that cross-stitch is a lot more fun than he originally expected. (I don't feel a bit guilty about getting him involved in a feminine craft. We all need counseling as adults and I wouldn't be doing my job as a mother if I didn't give him a few issues to work out.)
Now I have to plan tomorrow. Drew asks for an itinerary each morning after his video game and cartoons and I want to be one step ahead.