Life,  Parenting

My Son Coming Home

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It’s the 30th of April, 2019 and, just in time for the school buses to be running, we are moving our soon back home. Never mind that we were half an hour early to pick up our truck which was not ready and while they had a record of our reservation, although not at the place we were supposed to pick it up, they did not have a truck held for us. Thankfully, there was one was unloading, that had potentially been flagged for someone else, but our reservation was in first and they honoured it. However, that meant we didn’t pick it up until 1 PM. Two hours loading and a bit of cleaning later, just before 330, we are on the way home.

Well, I say we, but I am driving the truck while my wife takes our son by a different route that also involves picking up his girlfriend, whom we have not met before. I am uncertain at this point how long she’s going to stay, but I am quite certain that she’s coming to hang out for at least a couple of days.

And I am, more or less, okay with that. It’s been, so far, relatively speaking, a long distance relationship for them. She lives in Arden, just south of Highway 7, and he’s been in Ottawa. They met online, which is a super common thing anymore, and it’s so far the longest relationship he’s had that I can remember. I don’t know about her.

Our son has had a rough time emotionally for, well, last few years, really. He disguised it well before he left home, was very eager to get out of the small town we live in but living with his high school friends wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. We are expecting him to live with us for the summer and then we’ll see, but as long as the family dynamic stays good – there are always sibling issues – it shouldn’t be an issue to be longer. He wants to finish school, but there are other things on his agenda, too. It will be what it will be.

But I am driving the 15-foot truck, with basic air and no cruise control. There’s more glass in the back than I would prefer, but there’s only so much space in the SUV if he wants to also included his girlfriend. As a matter of fact, I’ve got two glass tanks in the front with me, along with a boxed it also contains at least one small lizard and the mantid experiment.

The lizard is a long-tailed grass lizard that I didn’t know he had, but which he got free with the pair of Emperor Scorpions I didn’t know he had. All things considered, I wish we had a bigger basement.

I’d like to say it’s a race to see who will get home first, but race is the wrong word. With standard traffic, between the city and home, and me more or less going the speed limit, Google maps projects me at two hours and 20 minutes door-to-door. My wife has an hour thirty-five to go to pick up our son’s girlfriend and then 45 minutes to get home after that, which looks like the same amount of time. She also left about one minute before I did.

We’ll have to wait and see how it goes. It’s not a race, and I do expect to be home first, but not by much. Which is good, because I’ll want help unloading the truck, especially the larger bits of furniture.

Good thing I ate my Wheaties this morning.

Be well, everyone.

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