Treats

The sun is shining on and off today. Trevor asks me why I am on Daddy's side of the bed when he comes in before leaving for school. I tell him I like to watch the sun come up in the morning and shine the light on my face. My side of the bed is away from the window. He says he likes watching the sun come up also, but its hard to get up early enough. Now that spring is approaching, the trees are blooming. After yesterday's news, I have tentative hopes.

Tom tells me to take Riley to Fred Meyer today when its not crowded. Get him out of the house. I grab a bright sunny spring skirt that reflects my mood. Riley tells me he wants to go to Dennie's for breakfast. I figure if its not too busy we can risk it. Then we'll go to Fred's for shoes.
Easy outing.

I am nervous when we enter the restaurant. Next time I take Riley I am taking a box of wipes also. Just his touching the menus every one else has handled makes me realize the exposure. But as Tom said, we don't want him to feel like he needs to be kept in a bubble. The restaurant is not busy, which helps my stress. Riley orders hot cocoa with whip cream, the steak strips and eggs with tortea wraps with sour cream, peppers and onions, and hash browns.

I order the french toast and eggs with sausage and bacon. Riley likes french toast but he wanted the steak. He eats the steak strips with the sour cream and all his hash browns and a few bites of eggs. Then he lays into my plate. He eats all the french toast and my bacon. I am impressed. He never eats this much. The steroids must be finally effecting his appetite. I eat the eggs and veggies wrapped in the torteas and he eats everything else. We enjoy the moment.

I send him to wash his hands while I pay the bill. We then walk across the parking lot o Fred Meyer. I tell him to grab the Clorox wipes first before touching the cart handle and we wipe it down. I used to think people who did that were a little paranoid. Now here I am wiping it twice in case Riley missed a spot. We head into the store for new shoes.

It turns out Fred Meyer doesn't carry shoe sizes past 13. I tell Riley we will just have to order a pair on line. I am not going to drive that boy to the mall. Not yet anyway. We go to the toy section so he can look at games and rockets for a minute. He wants a rocket but I tell him not until his homework is done. Maybe it will inspire him to get some work done.

I drop him at the house. He is going to get his printer he got at Christmas hooked up and connected to his computer. He needs to print off some assignments and doesn't want to use my computer. I go off to treat myself to a nail manicure repair. Under the pressures of the last week I had ripped off some of my acrylic nails. Tom noticed yesterday at the hospital. He asked if that damage was caused by gardening. Sure, gardening did the damage. So, I went and got my nails redone. They look lovely.

When I got home, Riley had his printer up and running. Not wireless yet, but I bet it will be by the end of the weekend. He had printed off his work. Now he just has to do it.

Trevor has not called so we may be over that hurdle for the moment. If he gets a good grade on that history test I will take him out to Dennie's for a double cheese burger and soup, which is his favorite. But I have to have test in hand before reward. He always says he did fine, wonderful in fact. I will wait for the grade.

I ask Riley how he is feeling. He puts his hand behind his head, flips what little hair he has with his crew cut, and thrusts out his hip. "I feel lovely, Mom", he says teasingly, acting like a runway model. Now, if I can only get my pampered boy to settle down and do a little school work. Life is beginning to feel normal. He even made his own lunch, Kraft macaroni and cheese.