It’s been a while. Lots going on.
My oldest boy graduated from high school which entailed my two brothers, one sister, two nephews and both parents coming to stay in my house for 4 days. They all left 8 days ago and I’m still exhausted. This is one of my favorite pictures from the weekend. Me and my nephew.
My oldest boy moved back into my house after falling out with his father. Two years to the weekend from when he moved out. When he moved in he was moving in “for good” (whatever that means in 18-year-old terms) but as of this past weekend he had made up with his father and was only, for sure, going to live with me until he goes to San Diego with his buddies for their 10 day Graduation Celebration trip. That means he’s only going to live with me a month.
I have enjoyed seeing him every day, as opposed to every other weekend for two days; and I know his brother has enjoyed him being in the house but the 6 to 8 additional 18 and 19 year olds that become a part of my regular household because he lives with me is a bit much. While they are all good boys, that I have known since they were 9 and 10, my food bill has skyrocketed and I find myself silently counting down the days until they leave for San Diego. Here are some of them prior to prom . . . the one in front wasn’t just being a rebel. . . he actually graduated last year.
In other news:
Finally, after thinking about it, talking about, and writing about it, I officially said good-bye to The Young One. I hadn’t seen him since April 21st. We had a bit of communication, but it was most often me canceling on him or him texting me about sex and me ignoring the text. I actually got a pretty raunchy text from him while I was running the Newport Marathon. I read it during a walk break and it did nothing but annoy me. I deleted it and instantly forgot about it.
I finally got around to telling him on Saturday. He’s a nice guy and he responded in true nice guy fashion by saying he hoped we could still be friends. Yeah, no. I don’t really think so. He said if I found myself in a place where a FWB seemed like a good idea to let him know, and if he was in the same place we could possibly rekindle the relationship. Yeah, no. I don’t think so.
I enjoyed the FWB thing. It was fun, but it’s not for me. While I am in this “relationship” of sorts with Blue Eyes and can’t be sure where it will end up I know that regardless of what happens I’m out of the FWB game. I’d rather just be alone, doing what I want to do and being happy. Granted that’s where I was before, when I decided I wanted a FWB in the first place, but now that I’ve done it, I know better. Rock on to all the women it works for.
Blue Eyes is, well, Blue Eyes and everything in that department of my life is going quite nicely. He was able to meet my oldest son this past weekend and I could tell they both were pleased with the meeting. Not necessarily that they liked each other (time spent together was short) but that they had finally been able to meet. It’s a big deal that he has met at least one of my children. Blue Eyes is aware of that too. It will be an even bigger deal when he meets the youngest since we all know that both the 13 and 18-year-old operate from a “how will this affect me” stand point and the 18-year-old sees “mom’s boyfriend” changing very little, if anything, in his existence but the 13-year-old is “possibly” a whole different story.
Another favorite picture from last weekend: my boys and their cousin:)
Other romantically non-interested news:
The last time I saw “B” it was unpleasant. But he loaned me a book (My Name is Hope) written by the Pastor (that I adore) of a church I used to attend and I was grateful. Subsequently, in a melee of back and forth voice mail messages, “B” invited me to attend his daughter’s 8th grade promotion ceremony with him. While I struggled with it (and truly I’m not sure why exactly) voices of friends, both near and far, convinced me it was not appropriate.
I knew that.
I sent her a card of congratulations and left it at that.
Now I have a book to return so I spent a few minutes hating the idea of having to sit with him again to simply return the book. This morning the simple solution seemed so clear. I will put the book in the mail to him today and move on.
I’ve got back to back half marathons coming up in two weeks. I originally had planned to run back to back full marathons over the weekend (June 30 & July 1), but I’ve had some pain I’m a little concerned about and after my failed Vernonia marathon and my redeeming Newport marathon I’m not emotionally ready to break that fragility with a possibly failed double. Call me chicken – or emotionally weak. I’m good with that.
I have the advantage of having run these double halfs last year and know it’s very doable, so I’m excited to get it done.
All in all, as is usually the case, my life is good, I am incredibly happy, grateful and content. Here’s hoping the same holds true for you!!