Thursday, July 14, 2011

Day 40

Just typing, "Day 40" seems so strange!  Has it been that long?
Some days it seems like I've never lived anywhere else, and, other days, it seems like we just moved in.

I picked my son up from day camp this afternoon and he said, "Mom, do you remember when we moved in? 
"Yes!"  I answered.  "Why do you ask?"
He replied, so seriously, "It was difficult."
I was sort of shocked that he said that, and I said, "You can say that again."
Of course, my witty son then said, "It was difficult."

It literally makes me sad when I think about our first two weeks here.  So, I just try not to think about it, and, instead, I reflect on how far we have come and how well we have adjusted.

I waited until 3PM today so that I could take advantage of the free parking at the train station, and my son and I headed to the barber shop.
Of course, I could not find it.  I stopped and asked someone and he pointed us in the right direction.

We went in.  Three barbers were giving cuts and the fourth was sweeping.  I told them that my son needed his hair cut.  Then, the youngest barber, a man in his early twenties, said, "I'm sorry about yesterday, ma'am."
Yikes!  First, he remembered me having to walk out yesterday.  Second, he called me, "ma'am!"  I had on a cute pair of jeans and one of my favorite shirts.  My hair was up in a ponytail.  Why did he call me that? 
Oh, I felt old! 
Another barber said, "What happened yesterday?"
Where are my magic wings when I need them?
The young barber casually said, "She was in here yesterday and only had her debit card.  She didn't have cash."
The barber helped my son up in the chair and nothing else was said about it.
It was over.  It was all no big deal.

My son got his hair cut and looked incredibly handsome. 

Today has been an "almost" headache free day.  I am praying tomorrow is the same.  I just want to feel completely normal again.  Five months of this is enough. 

Tomorrow my cousin from Manhattan is bringing her daughter over to swim and spend the day with my son and I.  We're really looking forward to it.  I am certainly craving some good adult conversation!

In three days, my family will be here to visit.  Mere words cannot adequately describe my joy!

Day 40:  My daughter is in the kitchen laughing with a friend on the phone, and my son is in bed sporting his new haircut.  My babies are happy, and so am I.

1 comment:

  1. If the cute 20 year old remembered you, that is a compliment! He noticed you! He just couldn't call you Hottie or Sexy or anything inappropriate! Hope you guys have fun today with Rebecca! 3 days! Holla!

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