Because they are our kids and we NEED to know they are safe
Thursday, August 16, 2018
What a crazy week it's been. Working hard to get the house ready to put on the market, we're listing next week. Looking at our options so when we sell we know what can expect to be able to buy.
On top of growing the business, helping my daughter move into her own home with the twins since widowing we have been surrounded by forest fires again this year. Too smokey to go out for runs but that's the least of my worries. My son became a volunteer fire fighter this year and he lives in the midst of where so many fires are going on right now. Now, if this were my daughters they would know and accept that I would be calling them every day, or texting them just to make sure they were safe but my son of course would never put up with that so I have to be a bit more creative.
Monday text - Hey, we're listing the house... 5 minutes to reply. (Good, means he's not on a call)
Tuesday call - Hey, you still going to help me with the market, answered right away. (whew)
Wednesday, no calling so not to raise suspicion. (I'm so crafty)
Thursday - Call, when he answered right away in a rushed tone. I quickly leaped to, "Gosh, sorry, did I drag you from a forest fire?" I know, subtle, so subtle. No fire, but he was at practice. "Oh, you go learn, so proud of you. I need to ask you something but no rush....I'll call you tomorrow."
That's right, mom check ups, level expert. I have the next week of excuses to call or text planned. Some of them via his sister so not to alert him to my evil plot of over protectiveness. After all, he's just a little boy, barely 32 years old! I will be so excited to see rain again, for so many reasons. The first day we get a downpour I am going to head out to the trails for a wonderful run in the rain.