This week, Little Brother Geoffrey and his real little brother are staying with me while their mom attends a teacher conference in Fort Worth. So far, so good.
I say that because kiddos in your house, especially those that aren’t yours, are a different animal entirely. Your own kids are raised and on their own and are out and about. The empty nest syndrome is really, after all, a relief. And then all of a sudden, you have an 11 year old and a 14 year old for the week. And you can't give them back to their mom when she's 5 hours away all week long.
This afternoon brought it all home for me, via a simple text message. I’m heading to pick Geoffrey up from his summer gifted/talented program.
Geoffrey: Guess who got a girlfriend. BTW, the bus is about to leave ( from Odessa).
Me: You better be on it, and aloooonnnnnneeeee.
Geoffrey: Ohno I missed it......(then this long drill down of multiple spaces)....JK.
Geoffrey: She lives in Odessa. Yeah, and I don’t think they would allow that.
Then, a pause.
Geoffrey: Are you almost here?
Me: On the way.
Geoffrey: Am I gonna get "the talk"?
Oh, Lordy, I lost it.
Me, to him: Not on your best day, son. Not even on your best day. Mebbe so.
He cracks me up.
