Motherwise Cracks

I was looking forward to the Christmas holidays as I thought it would be nice to have my son home for five weeks. He’s been home for two days but not really. Gone the first day visiting his girlfriend for the whole day, came back to eat, and now away at his friend’s house overnight. It’s a my version of “Home Alone”. Funny thing is that I am getting used to it.

It’s kind of like when you have a traveling husband. When he’s gone, you miss him and harbor just a tad bit of resentment that you have to do everything yourself, but when he gets home, somehow he seems to be in your way. When he is home he does get to taste what you’ve got cooking (ah, hem) and then he’s off on his next trip and the whole sequence begins again. I did get used to this domestic roller coaster. After about 20 years. Then, just at that particular time, he decided to change jobs.

However, my son was home for dinner. I won’t be serving any leftovers – for about five weeks. I will be going grocery shopping. Tomorrow.

I am supposed to get up early and go to Sam’s Club with my girlfriend so I will be able to stock up on edibles. I am also going to scout out to see if there are any items in the lawn and garden section of interest, especially a replacement Mega Station. I hate getting up early but she is treating me to breakfast. The thought of food at any time of the day does motivate me. Well, I should qualify that. It doesn’t motivate me to exercise at any time.

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“As a child my family’s menu consisted of two choices:  take it or leave it.”   ~Buddy Hackett