Now I understand why women have children in their 20′s and 30′s. In the week between Christmas and New Year’s I had three of my Gd children staying with me. Except for nightly squabbles over the best bed in the house, the atmosphere was generally peaceful. I even softened and invited J’s boyfriend to dinner two nights ago. He’s a controversial kid and one I had made some judgements about long before I spent much time with him. But T. turned out to be kind, if also a bit antsy. My kids are the best mannered young people you can imagine. After every meal they did the dishes, cleaned around the table and made beds each morning as neatly as in a 5-star hotel. I only lost my cool once when one of them came back home 35 minutes later than agreed upon. I got scared imagining her walking around Cascais on her own. She’s leggy and pretty, and while she’s with me I’m legally responsible for her. Except for that blip, the week went well. It’s just that here I am on January 1, at 9 pm, snuggled in my bed with my MacBook Air and enjoying the silence at home.One of the boys said he might back in later, but he’ll have to find his food alone tonight. I’m just too tired to move until the morning.
Tags: Life After the Holidays
