Last week my Mother had surgery in Florida. Being the good Southern daughter I am, I hopped on a plane headed further South to help. Just so you know, here's how the week played out:
Monday - work
Tuesday - work and class (4 hours after work, thankyouverymuch)
Wednesday - work and fly to Mom's (arrival 10:14 pm - her house is one hour south)
Thursday-Sunday - hang out with my mom while she recoops
My plane was supposed to arrive in Memphis at 1:35 pm on Sunday so I had the rest of the day with my family. On the way to the airport, the airline called to say my flight was CANCELLED! They put me on a connecting flight through Atlanta -- queue the flashbacks of nightmare @ Hartsfield. I had 45 minutes to change concourses and my 2nd flight was stand-by. I booked it through ATL like a mad woman and cleared the waiting list. Whew!
When I finally landed in Memphis, it was 6:15 pm. My sweet family was waiting for me at the edge of security clearance. Parker spotted me, she was smiling and waving. Grant was looking stoically forward, nothing! Well, there were a lot of people walking towards him so I thought nothing of it. When I got to them, Parker hugged and kissed me. I asked Grant for a hug and a kiss, both requests were "NO!". I picked him up, he wanted down, he clung to Brandon's leg as though I was a stranger. As we walked out to the car, Parker held my hand .. he would not, held his Daddy's. We drove to a restaurant and he wouldn't speak to me at all.
Me: Whose boy are you? Are you Mommy's boy?
G: NO! I not ewe boy!
Me: Are you Daddy's boy?
G: NO! I Par-ter's boy
Me: You are?
G: No, I Daddy's boy!
About an hour after I arrived, he finally warmed up to me! How about that? My own flesh and blood gave me the cold shoulder. This morning he did tell me "I ewe boy Mommy!" ... and he melted my heard all.over.again.
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