Summer vacation stories
Well my oldest two children have left me.. and by left me I mean they went to their biological father. He has a full summer for them filled with.. well mostly swimming and visiting family in Miami Florida. I retain a certain amount of jealousy and animosity towards their father. The reason is that his relationship with his kids, mimics my relationship with my father.
Well anyway, with the older 2 gone.. its just the 3 amigos in the house. We’re trying to come up with vacation ideas for the 3 of us. At this point it seems that we will be going to visit my father in SC. Maybe even take my little guy to the beach. I find myself desperately wishing that i could somehow get the money to get my son to Hawaii. I don’t KNOW Hawaii very well, but what I know of it is more of a cliffs notes of cliff notes.
Hawaii has always had a special place in my heart. I haven’t been there that many times, or lived there for years or anything like that. I visited a few times, period. Visited my dad when he lived over there and got to meet my brothers. My youngest brother, Drew, still lives there actually. i think that he is so used to the natural beauty that Hawaii has that he can’t see it. He has wanted to get out of that area for a long time now, but I think more than ever he is just giving lip service with that feeling. When I stayed in Hawaii I stayed in the burbs with my dad and his family. So I wasn’t in the “tourist” part. I was literally in a cul de sac where kids played and rode thier bikes/scooters/skateboards. I have to tell you that walking down the street in that neighborhood was like being in a model home environment. Big beautiful flowers, tropical homes.. Sunny skies.. Cool breeze. It was/is ideal.
I miss Megan and Glenn every day, but in the same breath I feel like slowing life down.. or just not going out and doing something with Duke is a tremendous disadvantage for him. I’ve tried to be more catering to what he wants to do.. Play a video game? sure.. Go to the park? sure.. Go to the movies? sure.. Whatever he asks I try to make it happen. I am still pushing a 8:30 bedtime (he gets up at 6:30 almost everyday!), so that means I have 3.5 hours with him after work.. consider a .5 hr commute, and now I’m down to 3 hours a night. We have had a lot of rain in the last few days, and I’ve got to tell you that it has played havoc with my joints. My hands/knees hurt so bad all day that when i get home all I really want to do is climb into bed and sleep. I’m a trooper though.. You won’t find this daddy sitting down ignoring his son. I give him every ounce of attention that I can muster every moment that I am with him.
More to come soon!