Inches and falling
This was the big weekend...The Boy and The Girl's first trip to The Thing's house. Would they like the town? The Thing's house? How would The Thing feel about having kids in his house, his personal space, for the first time? Would this cause him to run screaming in to the night? Would the kids absolutely hate it thereby causing us to rethink all of our moving plans?
Yeah, right...
This weekend was just another chapter in the romantic fairytale of our relationship. The 6-hour round trip drive was not the 15-year-old-bitching-about-my-music-4-year-old-crank-fest that I was expecting. The Girl slept most of the ride down and was an angel on the return trip and it seemed to go faster with having The Boy to talk to. The Girl had a little trouble the first night with homesickness and a little 'strangeness'. She's shy to the 9th degree and loathes change with a passion. Everyone thinks they know what I'm talking about until they actually meet The Girl and only then do they realize the full extent of her quirky weirdness. She once did not let me bathe her for a full week (I had to do sponge baths from the sink) because I had bought a new shower curtain and she needed time to adjust to it's presence. But with The Thing being The Thing, and The Girl being almost as madly in love with him as I am, she adjusted quickly and by Sunday she had made herself at home; even informing him that he needed to get a sandbox for his backyard for her next visit...The Boy asked when our next visit would be before we even backed out of the driveway.
The Thing took The Boy on a drive past the high school he'd be attending, which I took as a good sign that the invasion of his personal space was all in my head. Which, of course, things usually are...all in my head, I mean.
There were quite a few points over the weekend when I would turn my head to see The Thing looking at me so tenderly...so lovingly...and in the background I could hear the kids playing out in the backyard, or The Girl would be hanging off one of his legs (she's fascinated by his feet. don't ask) and I would just think...it does not get any fucking better then this.
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Also, Girlfriend has decided she wants to start a blog, so head on over to Inches and falling and give her some encouragement!
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 10:45 AM
6 Comments:
Awwwww... sounds like the perfect weekend! Glad the kids adjusted well and are open to visiting again.
And tell Arwen her new blog is great, but you have to have a Google account to comment. Not good!
She begs forgiveness on the grounds that she's a blog virgin. :)
She's changed the setting. Thanks!
I'm SO glad that you had a fabulous weekend and the kids are excited about moving there next year. Trust me, the time will go by quickly (although not quickly enough for either you or The Thing, I'm sure). Days are whizzing by too fast for my liking in some ways, and not fast enough in other ways - that's pretty much my life in a nutshell ...
Only thing to say to this is ACE !
An im updating....
As we speak.....
Thanks for the kick ;)
awww...sounds like a great weekend!
It does attest a bit to the effect that your ex sucked. Because you are so happy with NORMAL. I love that. I'm also thrilled! that your kidlets are looking forward to this change. Yay!!
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