So today is my boy’s birthday, and like his mother he has been celebrating a “Birthday Weekend”. For him, that mainly means drinking as much Mt. Dew as he wants and me not bothering him to pick up his room or clip his nails. Woo hoo.
Last night I took him out to his favorite Indian restaurant. It would have been a whole family affair, but finances prevailed. It was nice for me to be able to have one on one time with him – an entire hour! But I remember how much I dreaded spending time alone with my mother when I was his age. It always meant that she was going to talk to me about something. Ugh.
I didn’t do that with him; he brought one of his manga along and thus I brought a book also. I tried to initiate some non-annoying conversations with him, but he has this thing when he is depressed or uncomfortable and he won’t make eye contact. He was smiling slightly, though, as I made fun of myself, and teased a little bit, but the act of being with me alone was odd for him I guess. The most I could get from him was one eye glancing at me, behind the protective barrier of his long bangs swept over said eye.
Sigh.
Later that night, though, DTE was at a gallery opening of some former students, and Lucy was sleeping. GMan came in my room with me and we watched 13 Going on 30 (perfect movie for last night) and he enjoyed it. Then we stayed up until 1:30 a.m. watching SNL and he laughed hysterically at the Miley Cyrus/Dakota Fanning skit, as well as the more sophisticated political stuff.
Again due to finances there was a huge, noticeable decrease in the amount of presents he got from us. I know he’s holding out hope that his grandparents and aunt will get him more, but I already know they got him nothing off his list of desired gifts. Poor GMan. I feel awful, but I also feel very proud, because he just sucked it up and hasn’t made one complaint at all.


