Yeah right. It's me. H4H. The last time I said that, I think I almost single handedly locked my own thread.
I just start typing and the next thing you know, I nodding off at the key board, myself.
The wife called this morning. I answered my cell and she said good morning, but she sounded terrible. I asked if she is alright and she says yes. She talked to the girls for a while.
Didn't hear anything all day until I was just pulling into the apartment complex. I had gotten off late. I missed the call and called her back about 20 minutes later. I was jamming with the windows open and didn't hear her call. She says she will be leaving shortly. I tell I'm just now picking up the kids and she says she just talked to them. She'll call later when she gets close to home. S14 wants to stay at the apartment since we know she is coming back tonight, but I still take the girls home.
Makes some dinner and get homework done. At about 8:15, the wife calls again. She just left about 25 minutes prior.
"No way! You? You didn't leave earlier when you said you were?" "I know. It was just hard to leave." "I'm sure it was. It always is." "Is Amanda on he internet? I tried calling the house phone." "No" "Are YOU on the internet, I guess." "I keep the internet on."
We talked for about 15 minutes about her dad. About stuff in general. It was nice to talk to her. I had told her that D6 was in the shower. She says she is coming up to the check point and will call me back to talk to the girls.
I get D6 out of the shower and ready for bed. I tell them that mom is going to call back.
I tell D11, "Lets see? Who is the one that said that a certain someone was NOT going to leave at the time she told us?" "Let me guess. Mom. I can't ever trust her and what she says."
Pretty much true, so I left it alone.
I was thinking, the check point is for the Border Patrol to ask people where they are from and where they are going. Also an opportunity for the drug dogs to sniff the vehicle. We're talking a check point that is about 45 miles away from the border of the US and Mexico. I kept thinking, what if the wife had her little sister in the car recently. I know her little sister smokes pot. I don't know, just got weird thoughts about them stopping her. She didn't call back like she said, so I had to put the girls to bed. She either lost track of time or she is maybe caught up talking to someone on the phone. She did mention earlier, how her she hasn't been able to think right lately.
Lately?!
She finally calls at about 9:40. She asks if the girls are in bed. I say, "Yesss. Its 9:45" in a tone.
"What happened, did you get caught up?" I ask her, again in a tone. "Yes. Yes I did." "What happened?" "They stopped me at the checkpoint." I said "What?! They stopped you?! What happened?!"
Sure enough, the dogs barked at her. They ask her some questions, ask her to get out and check her bags. All they found was her meds. About a 25 minute delay. I have passed that check point literally, about 50 times traveling to party in Mexico and back. NEVER been stopped.
She is telling me the story, and I just keep saying "Holy sh*t!" to the point where I just start to crack up. She starts to laugh too. We are both laughing and making silly comments. She says that she thinks the dogs sniffed her meds. I told her my story of her being stopped because of her sister. "Oh no. I didn't smoke and she hasn't been in the car in a while." "Well, I bet you'd like to NOW, huh?" "I wish. The doctors DO have my dad on pot for pain." "WHAT? He's smoking pot?" "NOooo. Its a pill." "Oh. Well, maybe that stuff can still come out of his pores. Maybe it got on you." "I didn't think about that." "See. The dogs smelled it on you." Again, we laugh. "Maybe. As soon as I opened the door, the dog was right in my face. I was like, uh....Then I had to explain that I was having to open my door, because my window doesn't roll down."
I'm cracking up. "'Hey wait a minute, ma'm! We didn't tell you to get out of the vehicle yet. You have to wait until WE tell you!' as they have their guns drawn on you", I tell her still cracking up. She is laughing at me.
Ok, I'll calm down.
I tell her that both of the girls are out. She says that she'll just call in the morning. She says she figured out her cell phone alarm finally. She used it this morning and it scared the crap out of her. We keep talking about her trip, her dad. I told her that she sounded bad this morning. She says she slept on an air mattress so not much sleep. It was a twin, so she kept thinking she was going to bounce off everytime she shifted positions. We continue to laugh.
While we are talking, I can hear her phone receiving a call. At least 3 or 4 times. I could tell that while she is talking to me, she is also looking at her cell phone screen. She starts to break up and then we lose the connection. She calls back about a minute later. She says it was her phone. I ask her if people keep telling her "What did you say? What was that?" She says yes. I tell her that that's because whatever she has, Cricket or Pocket networks, suck. She explains that at least it is cheap and she can still call her dad or even me for free.
She says how bad her dad is. I let her know that she needs to be glad she spent some good time with him. She tells me that yes, she did. They are going to have to move some things around the bedroom to make room for a special bed. She is thinking of going back soon to help them. I tell her that maybe I could take a trip down there and help them move the stuff around. She mentions how much she wanted to help out.
I hear the phone beep on her end again and this time she tells me her mother is calling her. I say, "Okay, well, be careful." "Thanks, I will. I'll call you. I'll call you when I get home." "Please. Please call me when you get in."
She called at about almost 11pm. She is about 15 minutes from the apartment. I tell her that I'm glad that she made it back safe and she thanks me. We start to talk again. We start to talk about S14 and his confused state of him thinking that he is gay. I tell her that I've been wanting to talk about that. I tell her that yesterday, I was going to log onto his computer at the apartment to check my emails, hit the down menu and had seen some porn sites. About 3 different ones. I tell her, "Now, I can't say that it was him. I don't know, it could be you or whatever. I just saw." "Yes. It was him. I caught him looking at it and we had a big talk. He hasn't gotten on since." We talk more about him. I accept him. I may not agree with it, but he is still my son. I ask if she thinks if he is just confused. She says she is 90% sure he is gay. They talk quite a bit about it. We talk about a few different things. Nothing about us. I asked about work, so on and so forth. We ended the conversation with me telling her that, after work, I will come back home, gather some of the girls things and the dog and take them to the apartment. She says she gets off at 6:30. I tell her I'll pick something up for them to eat. She tells me she has a lot of stuff to cook. She'll take something out tonight for tomorrow. Some hamburger meat. I say ok. I tell her that again, I'm glad she is home safe and for her to get some sleep. "I will." "Okay. Goodnight." "Goodnight. Bye." "Bye."
Sounds like I'm in for dinner tomorrow night.
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
