Bridging the Gap

For March Break, the teenager decides to spend his time with his grandma and grandpa AKA my parents. 

He made it sound like it was going to be a week-long party. He was like grandma and I will bring the house down. I was like you don't know anything about living with grandma; welcome to my world!

Craigley was like I hope he knows your parents don't have unlimited Internet; they do not even have high speed. True enough. Technically, my parents don't need the Internet. The most their Internet gets used is when we all show up and access it! 

The point to note here is that Craigley and I are expressing concerns with what we are experts at. All preconceived concerns aside, how did the first day go?!

The teenager literally showed up at their door close to midnight and when I called my mom this morning to enquire about it, she seemed rather calm and blamed it all on the public transit service that is infrequent on a Sunday night. No complaint about the boy who was supposed to have had dinner with the grandparents!!

Growing up, literally the 2 things I noticed that bugged my mom about people are:

- people who commit to a time and never show up or never have the courtesy to call and say that they are running late.

and

- people who believe that alcohol needs to be part of an entertaining event. I think it is more to do with people losing control than the actual alcohol itself.

And ASid did not show up for dinner last night nor did he call to inform about his nonattendance. I got a text from my dad wondering where the boy was. The said boy got a call from his mom that reminded him that he needs to communicate any delays or absences directly to his grandparents without a Momley interception or interference!! Seriously?!

I sincerely hope my mom sits the boy down and has a conversation about common courtesies when it involves the invaluable time of others. I hope ASid appreciates the fact that it is wonderful to have an opportunity to spend time with his grandparents and have another place to call home where he is loved and wanted…and forgiven.

I hope the rest of the week goes well. If not, I will hear about it for the rest of my life. For sure, the rest of you will hear about it here!