I’m going to start this post out, the same, lame way I’ve started every other post I’ve written, when I haven’t written in awhile:
- Oh HI! Does anyone still read this?
- I forgot this space existed for the last month
- I’ve been super busy (Jesus, lady, get in line, aren’t we all?)
- I know you’re so super interested in knowing where I was and what I was doing. Because I am THAT VAIN.
- Every time I try and write something, it sounds like a mundane list of my life
- I was kidnapped by a roving group of pixies.
Whichever one sounds best to you, use that. All of them are pretty much true. Also, besides the busy aspect, there’s the ADD, and what? Sparkly? It’s all just recycled garbage.
I swear I haven’t just taken an Ambien.
Anyway, real quick like, Gromit is still with us. He’s slowing down much more now, and is getting clingy, but not once has he complained. And he still eats like a typical lab. We’re lucky that we’re getting this extra time with him. But it’s breaking my heart to think about how limited that time is. But, moving on.
The not-so-Mini, has reached the age where I can’t really lie to him anymore. You know those white lies we’ve earned as parents. The ones we answer to the mindless stream of questions, from sun up to sun down:
“Mom, where are we going?” – Crazy, Want to come?
“How much longer are we going to be in the car?” 3 days.
“No, really, Mom, how much longer?” Ok, really, it’s 2.5 days.
“Do you remember when we went to Target?” What’s Target?
“Is my junk really going to fall off?” YES!
And it goes on and on. It’s nice, because now he knows when I’m joking, which is something “Spectrum” people have a hard time with. But it’s a fine line, this whole “typical” thing. Last week we finally went out on a much needed date night, and the Mini asked me where were going:
Me: We’re going to the movies
Him: What are you going to see?
Me: A movie about a teddy bear.
Him: I want to see it too!
Me: It’s an adult movie
Him: Does it have bad words in it?
Me: Yes, it has lots of bad words.
Him: But I want to hear the bad words
Me: I would prefer you didn’t hear bad words.
Him: Why are you afraid I’ll tell my friends?
Me: Yes, and I would also prefer that their parents still want to hang out with us.
Who else am I going to get shit faced with?