Sugarplum's Mom, that sweetie pot pie, has tagged me for an awesome meme, started by your friend and mine, Doodaddy. The theme--where will you and your kids be in twenty years and a day?
If you'd like to do this one, consider yourself tagged.
I think I feel a dream sequence coming on...
Tuesday, March 21, 2028
Waking up is hard. It was hard twenty years ago, but now that I'm alone in the house I used to share with my husband and my son, the days don't seem to dawn as bright.
Oh, I'm not generally prone to wallowing. It's been two years since Ron had that heart attack playing Guitar Hero XXVII. I told him it would be the death of him, but did he listen to me? Of course not.
"Woman," he said, "I'm a rocker through and through." Then his face turned bright red and he clutched his chest and fell to the floor.
He was gone, and I never got to tell him I told you so.
Losing the love of your life has a way of aging you ten years overnight. So, even though I'm only fifty-one this year, I feel like I'm sixty. Which still makes me a younger woman. He'd have turned sixty-three on the 24th.
The worst part about that day was that my son lost his dad.
They hadn't been seeing eye to eye on much, but there was no doubt how much they loved each other. Ron just wanted what any father wants for his young son--to get his head out of the clouds and figure out what he wants to do with his life. Unfortunately, Ethan got his flightiness from me.
Never my most endearing quality. Thank God he got his dad's brains, or I might fear he'll never leave that job at Jiffy Lube.
A man can't support a family on a measly $37 an hour. Barely even puts biodiesel in the tank.
Not that Ethan has his mind on starting a family just yet. He's been seeing someone pretty regularly. Jesse. Nice kid. And if Ethan wants to settle down with this individual of genderless nameage, I'll be happy with that.
Heck, I'll be happy with anything that makes him happy.
Unless what makes him happy is being a stripper. Or a dealer. Or a hippie. I have my limits.
Lately he's been talking about going back to school and finishing his architecture degree. I think he's finally feeling ready to grow up. Jesse must be a good influence on him.
They're coming over Friday night for dinner. I think Ethan knows how hard it will be on me, being alone on his dad's birthday.
He's a good boy, that one. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son.
But today I'll be working on my book. It's been going well. I think I'm finally ready to start writing Chapter 2.