A quiet morning – no kids, not that they are usually up before me, though yesterday proved differently.
It took me forever to get a fire going again. What the hell? Once it was going, I did a bit of cleaning and then prepared for creating my ultimate set list. With the fire going and songs playing, I was ready.
It didn’t really take me that long: I had composed complete lists from all the albums and had a list of other songs they play (Neil Young, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Everly Brothers) and then I went for it. I don’t have high expectations of it getting anywhere though, and it was fun to do.
I had to pick Maggie up at her friend’s house – but not just a neighborhood – this is in Serrano, with the gate and the guard and you have to tell them where you are going, how long you expect to be there and show them driver’s license. I HATE THIS. Talk about a re-surfacing of my issues. Mags didn’t answer my texts or my calls, so I sat there and waited as the guard kept looking at me and residents drove past. I had just turned around to leave when she responded. Seriously…they need transit so my kid can go to all these fancy places on her own (seriously – 2 of her close friends live here and another lives on a vineyard estate. This is NOT a coincidence, but I refuse to learn my lesson.
Picking up Ethan was next on the list. It was dark by now and Mags hopped out of the car to run to get him. I was on my phone (of course) when suddenly Ethan slammed against the window really hard to scare me. He succeeded. He also pissed me off beyond belief. “Goddamit, Ethan! Don’t ever do that again!” I yelled at him, then I backed up the car and burst into tears. I cried for the next 10 minutes…no idea why, but it really got me. Not a word on the whole car ride home. I recall hating such car rides as a kid and can emphatically state I don’t care them as a mom, either. When we got home, I walked in the house, without a word, as did he. About an hour later, I went into his room to speak with him. I didn’t apologize for my reaction, because I have nothing to apologize for, but it felt good being able to resolve the issue. Soon, all was good again. Back to the work week. Dammit, I like vacation.
Picture: sunset in an ocean of clouds.
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