Saturday was the first day that sick boy felt better, and started acting like himself, meaning he was rambunctious, lippy, and super-active. He was up most of Saturday night too, and probably only slept 4-5 hours.
So it was a surprise that, on Sunday, he was calm, focused, and well-behaved. It’s a good thing too, because now hubby is sick and was in bed all weekend. Late in the afternoon I announced that I was going to the gas station to fill up, and get a car wash.
“Can I come with you, Mommy?” Little man had decided it was a dandy day to wear his superman costume, but I decided it wasn’t any worse than the occasional Texas attire that I see, which consists of John Deere shirt, cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and way-too-tight Wranglers. He straightened his cape, grabbed Cowboy Woody (of course he did, it’s fucking Texas isn’t it?) and off we went.
Once the car was filled up, we went inside the store so I could get 44-ounces of liquid crack, and I let Superman pick out one candy item. As always, he chose the mini M&Ms in the little tube, that sound like candy-coated maracas when you shake it.
Back in the car, and driving into the car wash. “Mommy, would you like a candy?” I had to look back over my shoulder to make sure I had the right boy in the backseat, and complimented him on his sharing skills. He actually gave me 6 M&Ms, which was pretty generous.
And then we sat in the car wash in complete silence, eating our M&Ms….me and Superman, and Cowboy Woody. Maybe I have a smidgen of Asperger’s too, because I’ve always found the car wash to be an oddly soothing place. Or maybe the boy picked up that trait from me. Either way, it was the most peaceful, tranquil, relaxing 3 minutes of the last week.
Maybe I’ve stumbled upon a new kind of therapy….