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Thursday, March 27, 2008

So Where's the Kid?

UGH! I'm sorry this has taken me so long to update you on this aspect of my life: MY SON IS HOME!

On March 10th the mother of the other boy called me, and said that the bus tickets had indeed been picked up, however the person who took the signature couldn't remember what the person looked like, and nobody could find the signature page. (isn't there a reason you have to sign for mail? I'm assuming they're supposed to KEEP that stuff!?!?!)

So we called and called, and neither her son nor Tyler answered their phones. Do you wanna know why?

Are you ready for it?.......................................THEY WANTED TO SURPRISE EVERYONE!!!

Good grief! They had no idea how worried everyone was, and were a bit taken aback when the father of the other kid tracked down Greyhound's dispatch office, and was finally put through to the driver, who got the boys on the phone in the middle of the Grand Canyon! LOL

They ended up pulling into town the morning I broke my arm. Talk about timing! I really needed Tyler here to help me with his sister while I was dealing with my arm and stuff. He's been a great help! And, it looks like he'll be staying here awhile. He's decided (and we fully agree) that he's not quite ready to live on his own yet. He needs to save some money, get a car, and have all those little details worked out before he makes the leap again. So, we've set up a budget for him, and a short term plan (that's all he can manage right now, short term) and we'll work through this from there.

So, the kid is HOME, and the mom is much happier!


Tricia said...

Thanks for the update, I have to admit I have been wondering! :) Glad it was all just boys being boys!

Kathy said...

Oh Leah, I'm so glad for you. I too was worried, because it's what we as moms do, even if it's somebody else's kid.