This weekend turned into pure awesomeness. So many wonderful and sweet moments squeezed into 65 blissful hours. It's heaven to spoil just one kid at a time without the bickering that comes along with having her brother home too.
We change into sweats, build a fire, and share some wine while noshing on her hand picked menu which I happily cook for her. We're cozy and relishing in all the time ahead of us for meaningful and silly chit chat. She's lovin' up her pups and paying extra attention to the recovering patient (the one mom ran over). We talk about grades and classes and boys.......
While cleaning the kitchen, I hear them, she and her daddy, in the study with the music a little too loud. They're comparing recent iTune purchases and play lists. Both have pretty impressive selections on their pods and they're swapping crazy favorites. Funny how she loves some of his old rock stuff! He definitely doesn't like her taste in rap.
Then there's The Sushi House, as always, and little "love pinches" that really annoy her but I can't help myself. She says, "Mom, I'm not your play thing!" but she is. We hit the mall and play "how much can you try on and buy in 45 minutes?". The answer is a lot! We both aren't shoppers.
I even pretend that I'm thrilled to do her laundry (if you know me, then you know how badly I hate it). As I'm sorting her clothes to dump into the washer, I find myself holding a large Blackhawks tee-shirt and a very large pair of gym shorts! Hmmmmmmm and then the light switch flicks on.
Imagine the sound of a stereo needle scratching across an album!
These are SHACK CLOTHES! We've all been there, done that but my baby doing the walk of shame? I'm speechless for a moment then call, "Dollface, can you come into the laundry room?" She sees what I'm holding, smirks and high tails it out of the room as quickly as she bounced in. I'm calling after her, "I KNOW WHAT THESE ARE!" I'm not mad but then I'm the understanding and realistic one.
My lips are sealed because her daddy is within minutes of shaking hands with the kid, for the very first time, that she's borrowing clothes from . I can't even imagine what would have gone down had he known or if the boy knew I knew what they were up to 4 hours away from us.
Sadly, it's Sunday and we've packed her up, about to say goodbye to her and the guy (he lives in our 'hood). Dad asks if she needs some cash. Who says no? I know where his wallet is and I follow her in. Why don't we see how much is in there? It goes a little like this...One for me and one for you; one for me and one for you; one for me and OOPS...Daddy's down one large in 10 seconds flat.
We left Dad and the boy out on the driveway ALONE. I think I made the right decision not to tell him about the laundry. It wouldn't have ended well, I fear.