Last night I receive a call from Brian, "Hello Boobello" I say wondering what he has forgotten at our home and wants me to deliver to his dad's home... "I have a sore throat Mom" are his first words over the phone. Really, what am I suppose to do here..? But then it dawns on me, God love you men but you suck at taking care of sick people. This is why most nurses are female. They are the ones that do the real caring for the sick. It is apparent his dad is ignoring him ... just like most male doctors do.
We talk for a bit on the phone as I advise him what to do to feel better. He tells me he loves me and wants to come over. This is the hardest part about being a divorced parent when dealing with our kids. What to do when they want to come home when it is still their time with the other parent? I know there are parents out there that are a real hard ass about this, but I never had to leave my home growing up, so I am a bit of a softy when it comes to this issue. It's hard because my ex husband rarely completes his week with Brian as it is - something always comes up. Usually it is some selfish girlfriend's needs, but lately this hasn't been the case. I ask to speak to his father.
I know what it is with Brian, as I have created my own monster. I can create a very loving, tranquil, comfy easy going home life where we laugh and have alot of fun. His dad is strict and more of the "be a man" type. Just different parenting and kids always want to hang with the easier going parent. I talk to my ex and decide to leave Brian with him. These kind of decisions always tear me in two.
Late this afternoon, I am at his dad's house after the REMLA Christmas party putting the finishing touches on my brother's loan when Brian walks in from school, holds his throat, puts his arms about me and proclaims, "I feel awful Mom". He is great at drama (I have no idea where he gets this from (rolling eyes)). I tell him I have to run and I will come back to check on him. I need to meet with my brother. He gives me one of those "but I am sure I will die" looks as I leave.
When I return, it's late and he has not had dinner. I make my ex order Chinese food and I drive to the store for aspirin, cold medicine, oranges and gingerale. When I return I make Brian take a shower, put on jammies, take aspirin and cold medicine and sit down to some won ton soup. I pour him some gingerale, peal an orange and place it on a napkin for him, kiss his forehead and leave him in his dad's care. Brian looks relieved that I have done the motherly thing and manages a big smile. I agree to have him come home here by tomorrow. I tell him if he is sick I will work from home. I am no pushover...oiy...
Does this mean I have to pass on my new dance class Wednesday night...?...
When is Brian of driving age....?
Until next time-
C
