I picked up my other dirt encrusted child today. At least Evan didn't smell. I will admit that when I saw him I wondered about the yellow and black batik shirt he had on. Then I recognized it as a previously all yellow shirt and rethought the hugging part, but the truth was Evan was glad to see me, which was more than delightful after Matt's utter disappointment, that I hugged the stuffing out of him without even chipping off the grime first.
I confided my own personal klepto past to Matt and he confided that he had found his own special 17 year old klepto on face book. I told him he could invite her up to utopia, but even he realized that klepto coming here was kind of unlikely. Besides, klepto would have to share a bathroom with my dad and that would be detrimental to the emotional well being of someone of her tender age, even if klepto is already a semi-hardened criminal. I wouldn't want to have to explain the post bathroom sharing PTSD to ma and pa klepto. You know?
Also, I do not want to know that there was (gulp) physical intimacy between my kid and klepto. I would be afraid to sleep if she was under my roof.
Josh made it through 3 days of hanging with the neighbors. I was afraid he wouldn't come back. He did spend two of the days with the utopian neighbor who is way nicer to her kids than I am. This neighbor celebrates an invigorating dip in the lake with a sweet cup of hot chocolate for everyone afterwards. Me, I celebrate kids swimming by making the kids sit on the porch until they don't drip anymore. Hey, my floors are new!
Matt is trying to not be as morose as he was for the first 48 hours home. Today, on our way from Evan's camp back to utopia, Matt was hanging his head in the car and I couldn't take it anymore so I snapped at him. And then I realized that he wasn't hanging his head, he had dozed off. Ooops.
We have internet at utopia, so Matt has filled the camp void by instant messaging his pals. Whoopee.
Now I have all my babies under one roof. On Tuesday I am hopping a plane to Florida to help dad get rid of mom's stuff. Bye babies! I know this is going to be harder than I realize. Cleaning out mom's closet, not leaving my babies. I don't want to do it. (the cleaning out) I wish I didn't have to do it. I have to do it.
Lil sis can't come and help you? It gets easier as time goes on, I promise. Hang in there!
Posted by: Laura | July 21, 2008 at 12:07 PM