My daughter is in New York City!
At this very moment, she is attending Les Mis. I’m sure she is absolutely loving it! And that is an understatement! (link about Les Mis)
Did I ever tell you that she is an art student in college?
Anyhow, last night I put her on a bus to New York, and she – along with the other students going to NYC for spring break – arrived safely this morning. It sure was hard putting her on that bus, though! But you can’t hold them back from opportunities just because you are a mom who might worry about her little girl.
So, she’s in New York City.
A couple of days ago, I had printed out a google map for the bus stop location where I would need to take her to meet the bus. When I got home, my daughter and I were talking and I forgot I had laid it on the table.
He saw it and asked my why I needed a bus stop.
I didn’t say anything.
I was mad at myself for forgetting and leaving it out. And I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t want to tell him anything.
He asked the question again and when I still didn’t say anything, he said, I guess it’s none of my business, right?
I don’t know how to describe his tone, but he sure wasn’t happy or understanding.
Last night, before I left to come home from work, I texted him and asked him if he could get his own dinner. He texted back, yes.
When I got home, he asked me if I was going somewhere. I said, why? He said that I had texted for him to get his own dinner and he wondered if I was going somewhere.
(I was. I was going to take my daughter to meet the bus, but I didn’t want to talk to him about it.)
Finally, I said, I resent it that you are not involved in things when I need you to be involved. And then when I am doing something, you demand to know what is going on.
He said, I try to be involved but you put up walls.
I said, somewhat sarcastically, I put up walls???
Then I left the room. I was changing clothes and then needed to grab something to eat and sew buttons on my daughter’s coat and then get her to the bus stop. So I was a little busy.
A minute or two later, I came back in the room and he said, well, I’m going to go put away the chickens.
He came back in a little later and was telling me stuff about the chickens. Then he told me his mom wasn’t feeling well. It seems like there was something else, but I don’t remember what.
And the whole time, I was thinking, really??? I threw out this huge thing about me resenting you not being involved and you are going to talk about chickens???
My daughter is having a grand adventure in New York City.