“Yeah. I guess that’s right.”
He’s organizing his papers and looking at his new schedule. Many pieces have fallen into place to bring him to this point. It has been hectic around here. He’s starting this school sooner than we had expected, and we haven’t considered all the ramifications. I know it hasn’t occurred to him that we won’t be having dinner together. He’s the one who wanted to take his classes at night. He’s a night owl. This is perfect.
It’s dumb that I bring up the dinner thing, but it had just dawned on me. Dinner has always been a big deal to me. As much as I may not want to cook some nights, I love that time of the day when everything that can be done is done, and we can eat dinner and “hit relax mode.”
He zips up his backpack and says, “How are we going to do dinners?”
Now I feel bad for having brought it up. “It’s only on the week nights. We still have weekend nights to do dinners.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. But when are we gonna finish watching Bones together?”
I laugh and say, “Well we have the weekends for that, too. You know, other kids go to college in another town. I’m lucky that you are sticking around!”
He grins and starts putting on his coat.
“I’m gonna stay up and wait for you, so I can hear about your first day.” He knows I would do that. I don’t need to tell him.
“You better get going. You don’t want to be late for your first day of college. And besides, if you stick around any longer, you’ll have to start handing me kleenexes.” I’m trying to lighten the mood.
Jenn is in the kitchen. He yells, “Love you!” to Jenn and gives me a hug. He looks at me and says, “Love you,” and he’s out the door.
I’m fine. Really. I am.
Jenn says, “Are you okay?”
I hate when someone asks me that, when I’m not okay. I laugh and say, “I hate it when you ask me if I’m okay cuz then I’ll start crying. But I’d hate it more if you didn’t ask if I’m okay.” We start laughing.
And then it hits me. “Jenn! We don’t have to watch TV tonight! Oh my Gawd! We can read, and pin stuff and write and listen to the quiet. I mean, you can turn on the TV if you want, but …. Well, you know.”
(Will is the TV watcher of the three of us.)
Jenn nods and smiles. “I’m good with whatever, mom.”
“You know what, honey? We can have an introvert’s night! We’ll have a lot of introverting nights! Just think!?” Then I back-pedal a bit and say, “Not that I don’t like having your extroverting brother around, but, well, you know…”
Jenn looks at me and in her calming voice says, “Mom, you’ve had extroverting nights for 18 years. It’s okay to have some introverting nights now.”
So I think about reading and writing on the blog and checking into Pinterest. It’s hard to focus. Where do I start an introverting night? Harry Potter? Twitter?
We had a little dinner. I realize that dinner is a bigger production with a male appetite. Gotta make sure Jenn and I don’t waste away.
“Hey! We could watch a chick flick!” Jenn says, “Or one of the Avenger movies you haven’t seen yet.”
We sit at the table after dinner and contemplate what two introverts like to do when the extrovert isn’t there to make suggestions.
I look up at her and say, “Let’s watch The Decoy Bride. I love that one.” She agrees.
We get up from the table to carry our dishes to the sink and Jenn says, “It sure is quiet around here.”
*Jenn made me this bracelet on the second night of introverting. I put some drops of stress relief on the piece of felt inside the coiled wire.