No Trip To Florida
My Mother announced a couple of months ago that she was going on a trip to Florida to visit some friends this summer. Because she can never do anything on a normal scale, she decided that she would take my son with her and do a tour of Disney World, Universal Studios, etc. Of course she didn't ask me if the trip was okay before telling my son all about it. After the Florida trip, she would fly my son to visit his father (in another state) while she continued on to Michigan. She told me that she would pay for the whole trip, including airfare. As I was planning on flying my son to visit his dad anyway, this meant I would be saving several hundred dollars on airfare. Plus, my son was REALLY excited about going to Florida and visiting some amusement parks. Sounded like a win-win situation to me. Except for one small thing. This is my life. And my mom.
So... a week ago my mom realizes that the money she was expecting isn't going to come in time for the trip. And there probably won't be enough money for the trip. She tells me this and then asks me not to tell my son yet. WHAT?! When am I supposed to tell him? Before or after he packs his bags? So I have to tell an eight year-old that his grandmother is insane (which he already has a grasp of at this point) and that the trip to Florida is probably not going to happen. Here's a recap of the conversation:
Sam: M, your grandma called and said that the trip to Florida might not happen.
M: Why? (begins to look upset)
Sam: Well, your grandma was counting on money coming in and it doesn't look like it will be here in time for your trip. I can't think of a good analogy for, it, but...
M: She counted her chickens before they hatched?
Wow. I'm continually stunned by the stuff that comes out of this kid's mouth. Although he was pretty upset, I booked the flight to the east coast, and he will have a great summer visiting his dad, stepmom (who is wonderful), his stepsisters and his half sister. My Mother's birthday is this week, and I'd love to include the bill for the airfare in her card. "Happy Birthday. Fuck you."
So... a week ago my mom realizes that the money she was expecting isn't going to come in time for the trip. And there probably won't be enough money for the trip. She tells me this and then asks me not to tell my son yet. WHAT?! When am I supposed to tell him? Before or after he packs his bags? So I have to tell an eight year-old that his grandmother is insane (which he already has a grasp of at this point) and that the trip to Florida is probably not going to happen. Here's a recap of the conversation:
Sam: M, your grandma called and said that the trip to Florida might not happen.
M: Why? (begins to look upset)
Sam: Well, your grandma was counting on money coming in and it doesn't look like it will be here in time for your trip. I can't think of a good analogy for, it, but...
M: She counted her chickens before they hatched?
Wow. I'm continually stunned by the stuff that comes out of this kid's mouth. Although he was pretty upset, I booked the flight to the east coast, and he will have a great summer visiting his dad, stepmom (who is wonderful), his stepsisters and his half sister. My Mother's birthday is this week, and I'd love to include the bill for the airfare in her card. "Happy Birthday. Fuck you."
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