Anson made it home. And just in time, too. I’m not saying that we were falling apart without him, but I am going to go ahead and admit that we were having some sad times. To his credit, Anson is really really really missed by his eldest son when he is gone. Roan has come to really depend on his pops to fill in the gaps that I cannot get to. I love that about their relationship. It is totally their own, highly mischievous, and utterly sweet. While Roan did his best to step up and be ok with his dad’s absence, there were a few days where he just couldn’t undo his sad feeling. And at first, I think he was confused about what he was feeling. So he got a little sassy and saucy, acting slightly horrible because he was feeling mightily horrible. But after we put it together, figuring out that actually he was just feeling sad, then real tears came on occasion and out of the blue. All I could do was just hug that giant big kid and tell him about how Anson was missing him too. Which actually didn’t help. But some things aren’t mine to fix.
But like I said, Anson is home now. And Roan literally lit up, became fluorescent with his dad’s arrival. We stayed up late after Anson got home, and those two guys took off at 10:30 pm to go to a place called The Chocolate Room. With their bellies full of hot chocolate fudge sundaes, and the clock saying it was dangerously close to midnight, we set up camp in our living room, all of us sleeping together. (OK, not all of us. Smith + Sheppard remained in their cribs totally unaware that they were missing a party). We put on an episode of Mythbusters, and all fell asleep within the first 10 minutes of the show. Happy.
The rest of our Thanksgiving long weekend was basically spent celebrating that we were all together. I celebrated that fact by leaving the house all by myself basically as much as possible. While I love my children and husband with all of my dark heart, there is a tipping point of over-saturation, and three weeks with no break from my little lovelies is about it. I ran errands to the grocery store. I made a couple of trips to return things. I went to the post office. And….I….went….to….H&M.
Where I saw this:
Sheesh. I mean, I was excited when they got cast for this gig – but actually seeing my little dudes up in the Herald Square H&M? Pretty cool. I wanted to flag down all the shoppers and let them know…you know….these are MY SONS! But I was cooler than that and just started taking pictures with my iPhone. That’s right, I’m supercool, always.
I let Roan know that he was up there, and he was pretty laid back about it. But this morning, I got this comment from a reader:
Guess who I met today.I went to H&M in Futakotamagawa/Tokyo with my daughter. There, from up on the wall, Roan and Sheppard(I think) smiled at us. In all their beauty. !I know them!, I yelled, and daughter was worried about my state of mind.I just needed to tell you ^-^ .Kind regards from a regular reader/lurker.