Love Is In The Air
To start with, he just declared himself “in a relationship” last week on Facebook. For my son, this is huge. The fact that he is telling the world about a girl must mean he is serious. He doesn’t do this. In fact, he says he’s not doing this WHILE he’s doing this.
Then there was the “changing of his profile pic” to include her. Again, big deal. REALLY big deal.
Then they spent almost the entire weekend – when they weren’t at work – “cuddling” in a big lump on the couch downstairs. Literally, I don’t know that either of them went to the washroom or ate anything for three days straight.
And then this morning – around 5 a.m. – I woke up to hear voices coming from his room. Well, it was really just his voice. He was talking to her on the phone.
I went in. “What are you doing?” I asked. He was sitting on the floor with his headphones on, plugged into his iPhone, his hand dipping into a bag of Maltesers. “Are you eating chocolate?”
“Mom, get out.”
“You should try going to bed.”
There’s one more thing. My parents are coming into town to keep me company while my husband is away. My son asked if they wanted to meet her. “Of course,” I said. “Why wouldn’t they? I think the question is more do you want HER to meet them?” It seems he does.
Note to my readers: this is going to be a busy week for me. My other son has his music festival on Friday. You can read about that here. I will be helping to promote it – running around soliciting people on the street, doing the work of a prostitute kind of (a music festival promoting prostitute), but without any of the financial benefits – and trying to keep certain people from having a nervous breakdown in anticipation of this big event.
Note to myself: if my son ever says he’s going to “organize a music festival” again, I need to leave town for about a year.
As I said earlier, my parents will be here as well. Ergo, my blog posts will be shorter than usual, and possibly more hostile. I’ll be around though. Typing helps keep me sane.