This Friday I picked up my stepson after work and he spent the weekend with me. This is a joy I don’t get very often, so in terms of my journal of thankfulness, we could just stop right there.
But we won’t. Because we had so much fun together that there is a lot more to be thankful for. Jayden and I went and picked up food for dinner and when we got home, he and King Edward and I all made dinner together. That was a lot of fun! We had a nice dinner, watched a movie, hung out with the puppies and generally just enjoyed each other’s company for an evening. Jay and I talked about him coming to work with me next week, and about him coming to crossfit with me as well. I am always so happy to have him around. His presence makes the house feel more like a home.
Saturday, I intended to go in to work for about three hours, but I was there for five and a half, and could easily have stayed longer. I will be glad when this review is over and my stress level goes back to normal. While I was working, the guys ran around doing errands, getting lunch, and doing guy stuff. I came home to a bathroom door that would open and close without sticking and a toilet that flushed correctly (also a mess of sawdust, trash all over the kitchen which was strewn with dirty dishes, and dogs that still needed fed.)
We did a little more running around, went out for dinner, and then the old people were exhausted. The young person (who claims to be going through a growth spurt) ate non-stop from sun-up to sun-down. I can only sit in amazement and watch. I watched him eat three brats for dinner, then cheesecake for dessert, followed by half a loaf of sweet bread for breakfast, chased down with chili cheese dogs, potato chips, more cheesecake, huevos rancheros, half of my dinner, and still come home like he could eat. I just shook my head and laughed.
And then on Sunday, I took Jayden out for his first driving lesson in a standard transmission. He was a little overwhelmed at first, and very nervous. He stalled the engine a lot, which is normal. And he had a little panic moment when a truck drove behind us. But overall, he did great! Way better than I did on my first lesson. I think he will be fine with driving a stick, and I am so proud that he just kept trying, and never gave up. By the end of the first lesson, he was really starting to get it.
And now to finish up my homework, and head out to hot yoga. This has been a great weekend. Everything from making dinner as a family to passing down the driving lessons taught to me by my Daddy is a small blessing that I am grateful to have.