So far, the week has been great. Ben and I have been chillin' and it's nice. Last night, we argued about whether to watch "John Tucker Must Die" or "Million Dollar Baby."
He watched on and off. He kept running into the other room to check his IM account. But when he was in the living room, he snuggled with me on the couch. It's been a long time since he's done that.
When the movie got to the very sad part, I started to cry. Okay, I started to sob. Sad is not the word for it. I could only imagine having to make that kind of choice with a child of mine and I could not do it.
Simply could not.
Ben was amused and somewhat concerned. Why are you crying? He asked.
I explained, I could not do that. I could pull the plug on your grandmother but she had lived her whole life and was old... different. I could not do that for you.
Mom, it's ok. I'm ok.
You would have liked John Tucker much better, he said.
Um... it's okay to cry at a sad movie.
Today, we went shopping. I'm not much of a shopper and it was a challenge to be interested, but not too interested. If I liked something too much? Back on the shelf. After, we went to lunch.
A nice sit down lunch- he was merciful on me and didn't insist on Burger King.
While we talked about every American Idol contestant that ever was, and what they wore, I slipped in a little drug/peer pressure conversation. He told me one of his friends had been approached to buy "purple haze."
She said no, he reported.
It was awkward, he said.
We talked about ways to get out of that awkward moment. He decided he would simply say, Thanks, already got some.
I'm not sure that's the best answer but it saves face, and I get it.
Overall, my evil plan to spend quality time with him has worked perfectly. I have one question though- what the heck is purple haze?