I am a few short hours away from my wife returning from her weekend long conference.
That gives me time to reflect on my weekend without her but with the step kids.
That is…if I can actually call it “time” with the step kids.
Let me begin with the 17 year old young man that resides at our house.
He got out of school at 3:30 on Friday. Called me to say something is wrong with his truck and may not be able to drive it to work.
Returned here at approximately 3:45. I informed him he should use my truck. I have his Mom’s vehicle while she is whooping it up out of town.
Got into shower to clean up for work at 3:55.
Got out of shower at 4:45 to be able to screech in and clock into work at 5.
Called from work to ask if he could stay at a friends house after he got off work. I said, “yes”. Time 10:30.
Came home Saturday at 4 with a gift for me and a request to stay at his friends house again.
I said, “yes”. Bribing the step dad with gifts is always a good idea.
At 4:15 I text my wife saying I have changed the bulbs in the ceiling fan in our room to black lights and have placed the gift from our son on our ceiling.
Total weekend time spent with my stepson- probably around 9 minutes in 48 hours.
Next, my 15 year old stepdaughter.
She get out from school at 2:50. We get home about 3. She heads to kitchen to eat because she is starving to death.
By 3:30, she is in her room with the door closed.
At approximately 9 pm, she comes out of the teenage girl cave and asks, “Are you cooking dinner or is it fend for yourself night?”
I just smile.
Her reply, “uggggh.” She makes herself a meal of crackers, cheese, a bowl of cereal, and a hot chocolate.
My reply, “Uggh”
The next time I see her is Saturday at 9:15 am, as she is leaving to go work at her grandparents store.
She gets home at 7:15 pm exclaiming, “I have money and I have to spend it!”
I reply, “uggggh.”
And grab the keys to head to the “cool kids store”.
She buys a top that I will never let her wear in public and 2 bottles of nail polish that would make Cyndy Lauper jealous.
I find a pair of Chuck Taylor knockoffs for $5.
I am convinced that the cash register attendant was quite aware that my “cool kid” days were left far behind me. She rings me up with a smile and asks with a twinge of sarcasm of I want to be added to their mailing list.
My reply, “uggggh. No.”
I send my wife a text with picture of said shoes.
She still thinks I am a cool kid.
8:15 we return to home. She changes into a sun dress for a party she is attending. I drop her off at 8:45.
At 9:20 she calls and says she is ready to come home. The party was mainly attended by older girls who find no time to hang out with one of the freshman girls.
By 9:45 we at the Sonic drive thru so I can purchase her “it’s gonna be alright dinner”.
At 10:30 is when the drunk neighbor came over to ask for a ride to the bar.
When I got back she was asleep.
Total time with my stepdaughter this weekend-probably around 51 minutes in the last 48 hours.
It is Sunday 2 pm. I have not seen or heard from either of them.
That is a weekend timeline of life without the wife.
Honey, how I wish….how I wish you were here.