Past midnight Maggie and I are texting… our favorite Giant is heading home to Los Angeles. That still doesn’t change things. #BeatLA
The day started with a small text from Ethan: “hi.” I responded, “Hi, Bud” and in the next text proceeded to let him know when I would be picking him up at his friend’s house as his dad was sick. I headed towards the coffee machine when I noticed his light was on so I stopped to turn it off, walked into the living room, and there he sat. I jumped a bit, then hightailed it back into my room to grab a robe as he sat there, grinning. I’m not ashamed, but I really like to know when people are around so I can strut my stuff, accordingly.
Spent the morning talking to him as I sipped my coffee. We discussed the struggles, possible solutions, and as always with this kid, I really understood.
He napped a bit and I began the house cleaning. Always the housecleaning. While I’m not a hoarder I do tend to possess the “oh-this’ll-be-perfect-w
hen-I” and a tad of the “I-can-use-this-for…”. The first still hasn’t happened and the second is too rare to be beneficial. I must adjust to a full time pitcher. I got rid of many belongings… and it does feel good. What use are they to me in the garage?
What a day. Messes that shouldn’t be, water in places it doesn’t belong; I order pizza. The boys (Ethan has a friend over) begin eating. The doorbell rings again…another pizza. I pick up Maggie, we’re lost in Xanadu. Lizzie’s final OEM parts arrive Tuesday so she should be home by the weekend. I am so excited…. Now to pick her out some new insides….
Pictures: Movin’ on up; Pizza the Second
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