Ethan called me Sunday and he was being very silly. I think he was just bored, and was being extra silly to fight off the boredom. When I talked to his step mom, she said that he was certainly being silly on the phone with me, and that he was far sillier with me than he ever is with them (meaning her and his dad.) I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, I feel like kids should be able to have fun, and goodness knows that with Ethan's depression he spends little enough time having fun. On the other hand. . .no, I've decided. I like silliness. Done and done.
Lawrence's sister Melanie has come to live with him for four months. I don't like it one bit. She's abrupt and unpleasant. I wish she were more fun. But, Lawrence and I are a lot less likely to get into trouble with her around, so maybe having a chaperon is a good thing. Maybe he'll want to have authorized private time with me and finally propose. That would be super!
I feel like a slug today. I think I need a vacation. But there's no rest for the wicked, sadly. I'm getting a haircut tonight, I have a doctor's appointment and bike riding tomorrow, and TKD the day after. The office manager at work is trying to rig things so that we can have a 4 day weekend for labor day, but always dangling over me like a foul miasma is the stench of knowing that I have to feed 400-600 people 3 square meals at the Single Adult conference on the 15th. Gack. The last weekend of September, I'm going to visit Ethan, and he wants to take me swimming at the bubble and ice skating. Of course, long time readers might remember that last time I went to Bountiful I felt like crap the whole time because of the higher elevation. But, it'll be nice to see my baby boy, and after that I can rest for a little while. You know, like I'll blow off exercise one night and be a couch potato or something. Yep, I think I'll definitely schedule that for October.
