Well. Color me surprised.
The phone just rang...the boy. My stomach dropped and I said to Jabber, "Well so much for my night." But I answered, with my
"No, honey. I'm sure you'll figure it out. I love you." firmly in my mind and on the tip of my tongue.
Not one request.
Not one complaint.
He was tired. Today he helped Grandpa by mowing the ditch between the yard (the
3 acre yard) and the roadway. Then he helped dig up two stumps, cut up wood with an axe, dug up flower beds and planted flowers with Grandma, and some other things I can't remember.
In other words, Grandma and Grandpa worked his butt clean off.
Also, he said Grandma may have found him a job - construction labor! LABOR! My kid is the single
laziest person I've ever met and he is talking about digging trenches for utility conduits!
He said, up until he had to go, his visit with the girl was all he'd hoped it would be and he seems to adore her. She certainly does him! He still plans to stay until he can move in with her. He said she's going to get a paycheck tomorrow and one in two weeks, then turn 18 at which time he'll hopefully also have a paycheck and that should be enough to get a place together. "They don't care how they live as long as they're together."
Yeah.
It's all fun and games until someone gets pregnant/evicted/heart-broken.
But the point is...he actually sounded
happy! He was tired and sore but he was actually in a good mood. Trust me when I say this is RARE.
Could this actually be a turning point? Not holding my breath, but it was really something to hear.