Saturday morning, #1 Son called me: Hi, Mom. We’re going down to Eugene to see a show. Taking my car. I’ll be back tomorrow, probably in the early afternoon. Definitely in time to have dinner with Uncle Bro. Sure, I’ll call you when I get back.
Mom: Please drive carefully.
Monday morning, #1 Son called me: Hi, Mom. I forgot to call you last night to tell you I was driving up to Seattle. That’s where I am now. I’ll be back home probably late tonight, but maybe tomorrow. Yeah… I’ve been coming up here more than I’ve told you about. I’m sorry I keep forgetting to call you and tell you. I’ll try to be better about that from now on because I know you like to know where I am.
Mom: Please drive carefully.
Now… It’s around 120 miles from Portland to Eugene. It’s about 175 miles from Portland to Seattle.
This is the same #1 Son who will not drive the 10 miles to my house because it’s too far and gas is too expensive.
Yeah.
It’s all relative.
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Have you tried the “I’ll pay for your gas” line on him yet? My husbands mother still uses that one on us.
1Remark from ~Kristie — Tuesday, 4/24/2007 @ 11:03 am PDT
Oh yeah… I’ve tried that, too. Usually doesn’t work, but always worth a shot.
I think the real issue is that my house does not possess interesting things like girlfriends (Seattle) or punk shows (Eugene).
2Remark from Judy — Wednesday, 4/25/2007 @ 6:55 am PDT
I’d guess there’s a sweetie(s) involved….you know you can never trump that. Sigh. I see my future, my little boys will grow up one day, too. Good luck, mom.
3Remark from shelly — Friday, 4/27/2007 @ 9:45 am PDT