The Labor Day Weekend
Turned out to just be mostly long and boring. (Should have made Min pick me up on her way to DragonCon. *g*)
Mark left Friday morning for "Pupfest" --a caving/camping outing every Labor Day instituted by a caver named, you guessed it, "Pup". It's a big thing, peole come from 3 or 4 states, and one flew in from Canada. And he didn't get back until late Monday, and I just missed him horribly. More than I anticipated. We're usually just fine for a few days apart (remember I spent a good deal of the summer in TN), but this time, even tho Thomas was here, I just felt lonely. Maybe it was the last straw for too many days spent apart this summer. Appearantly, he missed me too, because the highlight of the holiday was Monday night, just the two of us.
And I didn't just sit around all weekend. I was busy doing "fun" stuff, it just wasn't distracting enough.
On Saturday, Thomas got me up fairly early for a Saturday. I'd mumbled something the day before about bookstore.... So we spent the day doing the "girlfriend" thing (if your girlfriend is a geek). Best Buy, Hobby Lobby, Barnes & Noble, The Fret Shop (they sell violins, etc.).
And in the middle somewhere, we ate out at a little restaurant called the "Wild Flour Bistro" which was not what I was expecting, and way more expensive than I was expecting, but what the heck. I thought it would be a little specialty cafe, maybe feature bread products, or not, sort of like The Atlanta Bread Company, but not a chain. But it was very fancy, real table cloths, hovering waiters, and entrees like 'Rack of Lamb.' We both had Prime Rib au jus (the special) and desserts. He had Keylime cheesecake, and I had a hot fudge and Grand Marnier sundae with pecans, real whipped cream, and a cherry. I had both the house red wine (forgot the name) with dinner, and coffee with dessert. Both were excellent. you can tell oodles about a restaurant by the coffee. And the bathroom was spotless. I may get Mark to dress up and go with me sometimes.
Thomas was embarrassed about being under-dressed, but I assured him that the restaurant experience just wasn't what it used to be, and most people would be causally dressed. And it was very early, so we were one of the first 2 parties there. (I was "business casual" but he was just khakis and a Tee.) Not long after a group of four walked in with their shorts and tees, looking like they'd come straight from the yardwork. Don't get me wrong, I'm not as much of a snob as that sounds. I just come from a time when going to a restaurant was a treat, a special occasion, worth getting cleaned up for, not just something that happened 4 days a week because no on has time to cook. And if you were going to (knowingly) pay those kinds of prices, dressing for the occasion makes it just that much more special, and worth the money.
And Sunday my older son graced us with his presence because he needed me to go to the phone store with him to get a replacement for the phone he'd broken. I was glad to see him, and find out about classes this fall, etc. I just wish he came for more reasons than need. We all miss him. And Rhiannon manages to find time to visit with her family. It's difficult to watch him struggle with things that I could show him the easy way for, if he'd just ask. And yes, I have to wait until he asks. Remember how well you listened to all that unsolicited advice your parents gave you? No matter how many times or how I say it, I can't convince him that independent does not mean the same thing as alone. Far from it. Knowing when and how to ask for help is a key part of achieving maturity.
Mat spent a good amount of time complaining about money, and lack there of. Which I'm NOT helping him with, since he's in financial straits because made a series of bad decisions that he'd been warned were not going to turn out well, and still insisted on. Ever since he was able to talk, my method of discipline was "natural consequences" because, turns out, that's Life's main teaching tool, as well. I'm not going to just throw him to the wolves, and he knows that. He knows that if it gets THAT bad, he can come to me. Or he could come to me now with a reasoned arguement or proposal for loan or raise in allowance. But I am not going to offer that. And he knows that he created his mess, and that his parents, like the future "Real World," expect him to figure it out as best as he can.
Anyway, since he was talking budget shortfalls and all, Thomas says, "Oh mom! We need to help him save money by taking him out to a restaurant for dinner tonight." That Thomas, he'll do Anything for a meal out. I gave him the eye, because Mat and I both knew that Thomas cared nothing about Mat's money problem, except that it would be useful to help him get to go out the second night in a row. I really didn't care, so I told Mat to ask Rhiannon and come up with a restaurant, since she has dietary restrictions (gluten free) and they're both vegetarian. We ended up at Applebee's. It was good, and fun. And if you're there and don't know what to get, Applebee's makes an excellent onion soup.
But the highlight was Mark coming home. As I was not falling asleep Saturday night, I actually considered going with him next year. Yes, I'm actually contemplating camping. I must love him more than I thought. But I am NEVER repeat NEVER going into a cave without being sedated to the point of unconsciousness. I will NEVER love Anyone that much!
Mark left Friday morning for "Pupfest" --a caving/camping outing every Labor Day instituted by a caver named, you guessed it, "Pup". It's a big thing, peole come from 3 or 4 states, and one flew in from Canada. And he didn't get back until late Monday, and I just missed him horribly. More than I anticipated. We're usually just fine for a few days apart (remember I spent a good deal of the summer in TN), but this time, even tho Thomas was here, I just felt lonely. Maybe it was the last straw for too many days spent apart this summer. Appearantly, he missed me too, because the highlight of the holiday was Monday night, just the two of us.
And I didn't just sit around all weekend. I was busy doing "fun" stuff, it just wasn't distracting enough.
On Saturday, Thomas got me up fairly early for a Saturday. I'd mumbled something the day before about bookstore.... So we spent the day doing the "girlfriend" thing (if your girlfriend is a geek). Best Buy, Hobby Lobby, Barnes & Noble, The Fret Shop (they sell violins, etc.).
And in the middle somewhere, we ate out at a little restaurant called the "Wild Flour Bistro" which was not what I was expecting, and way more expensive than I was expecting, but what the heck. I thought it would be a little specialty cafe, maybe feature bread products, or not, sort of like The Atlanta Bread Company, but not a chain. But it was very fancy, real table cloths, hovering waiters, and entrees like 'Rack of Lamb.' We both had Prime Rib au jus (the special) and desserts. He had Keylime cheesecake, and I had a hot fudge and Grand Marnier sundae with pecans, real whipped cream, and a cherry. I had both the house red wine (forgot the name) with dinner, and coffee with dessert. Both were excellent. you can tell oodles about a restaurant by the coffee. And the bathroom was spotless. I may get Mark to dress up and go with me sometimes.
Thomas was embarrassed about being under-dressed, but I assured him that the restaurant experience just wasn't what it used to be, and most people would be causally dressed. And it was very early, so we were one of the first 2 parties there. (I was "business casual" but he was just khakis and a Tee.) Not long after a group of four walked in with their shorts and tees, looking like they'd come straight from the yardwork. Don't get me wrong, I'm not as much of a snob as that sounds. I just come from a time when going to a restaurant was a treat, a special occasion, worth getting cleaned up for, not just something that happened 4 days a week because no on has time to cook. And if you were going to (knowingly) pay those kinds of prices, dressing for the occasion makes it just that much more special, and worth the money.
And Sunday my older son graced us with his presence because he needed me to go to the phone store with him to get a replacement for the phone he'd broken. I was glad to see him, and find out about classes this fall, etc. I just wish he came for more reasons than need. We all miss him. And Rhiannon manages to find time to visit with her family. It's difficult to watch him struggle with things that I could show him the easy way for, if he'd just ask. And yes, I have to wait until he asks. Remember how well you listened to all that unsolicited advice your parents gave you? No matter how many times or how I say it, I can't convince him that independent does not mean the same thing as alone. Far from it. Knowing when and how to ask for help is a key part of achieving maturity.
Mat spent a good amount of time complaining about money, and lack there of. Which I'm NOT helping him with, since he's in financial straits because made a series of bad decisions that he'd been warned were not going to turn out well, and still insisted on. Ever since he was able to talk, my method of discipline was "natural consequences" because, turns out, that's Life's main teaching tool, as well. I'm not going to just throw him to the wolves, and he knows that. He knows that if it gets THAT bad, he can come to me. Or he could come to me now with a reasoned arguement or proposal for loan or raise in allowance. But I am not going to offer that. And he knows that he created his mess, and that his parents, like the future "Real World," expect him to figure it out as best as he can.
Anyway, since he was talking budget shortfalls and all, Thomas says, "Oh mom! We need to help him save money by taking him out to a restaurant for dinner tonight." That Thomas, he'll do Anything for a meal out. I gave him the eye, because Mat and I both knew that Thomas cared nothing about Mat's money problem, except that it would be useful to help him get to go out the second night in a row. I really didn't care, so I told Mat to ask Rhiannon and come up with a restaurant, since she has dietary restrictions (gluten free) and they're both vegetarian. We ended up at Applebee's. It was good, and fun. And if you're there and don't know what to get, Applebee's makes an excellent onion soup.
But the highlight was Mark coming home. As I was not falling asleep Saturday night, I actually considered going with him next year. Yes, I'm actually contemplating camping. I must love him more than I thought. But I am NEVER repeat NEVER going into a cave without being sedated to the point of unconsciousness. I will NEVER love Anyone that much!