My two youngest sons got on a plane to Ft. Myers with their dad last Saturday at 7 a.m. Now before you say "poor mom," let me assure you that I was left home alone by choice. I don't like to fly, and with no compelling reasons other than sun and sand, I'm still in Michigan. My eldest son is still around, but I sent he and his fiance away for the weekend so that I could have two days of TOTAL peace and quiet--time ALL ALONE just to recharge my batteries. I've also learned to be careful about what you wish for.
Saturday started off wonderfully. I got miscellaneous housework done. Read part of a book. I went over to my parents' house to play with my sister's phenomenal not-quite-2 year old grandson (more stories about him later, I'm sure). Then I went home to really relax. I poured myself a nice glass of Chardonnay and got my book back out. About a half an hour later, I'm covered with hives. I have a few food/drug allergies, and sulfa happens to be one of them. The wine was the likely culprit. As I started having difficulty swallowing, and with no one to watch over me, I headed over the the ER at Toledo Hospital to get it checked out (which is NOT where you want to be on a Saturday night). (OK, so I could have taken an anti-histamine and all would have been ok, but mixing that w/alcohol when I was alone...). A couple doses of Prednisone and all was well. No more wine for me. Boo hoo! Sunday WAS a day of bliss. I just vegetated, watched a couple of movies, slept. I am very refreshed!
I think my boys miss me. They have called or texted several times each day. Last night, I had an interesting conversation with Matthew. Luckily I spoke with Craig first, and Craig informed me that while it was warm and sunny, it was also VERY windy and the waters were choppy. Typical conversation full of information with a 16 year old, but hey, at least we're speaking to one another. Matt, who will be 14 next week, was a bundle of energy, as always. He was getting tired of trying to sleep in the same general region as his brother (the problem w/hotels), and wanted to sleep in the "very comfortable" chairs located outside of the room He asked if I thought that would be OK. Based on my conversation w/Craig about the windy conditions, and knowing the nature of Matt, I told him I didn't think that would be a good idea. He told me that's what his dad said--so I'm not sure why he asked me. Dad then told me that he said no because they were on the 10th floor of the hotel. 10th floor, windy conditions, balcony, 13 year old. Nothing good can come of that. So Matt slept inside (well, presumably he slept). Today he and Craig are down at the beach hunting for the Bedford girls they've run into, and trying to avoid fat old men who are wearing the same style/color of bathing suits. At least I'm not the most embarrassing thing in their lives today.