Nope, not a typo. Our house is pretty hot and humid after being shut up for a week and a half while we were living it up on the beach. It is good to be home thought, right? Well, yes and no. I hate going away with a messy house because when you come home...it is still a mess. That is a major drag and after spending two days on the road coming home, it is not something which puts me in a good mood. Both Rob and I had things we put off or should have dealt with before our vacation or during and we were a little crabby about it all when reality sunk in as we stepped in the door. It didn't help that our yard has become even more of an unruly jungle in our absence (don't know what we thought would happen...it doesn't mow itself).
On top of all of this, my sweet little four year old son greeted one of his favorite adult neighbor friends with "My friends don't like you." I could have died on the spot. I just didn't know what to say and tried to smooth it over, as did Rob, and we both made it worse. I couldn't figure out where this came from and Dema clearly did not realize what he had done wrong. I quickly asked him to help me unload the car. He had overheard Parker telling me a story on the trip to NC and one of the many, many details (those of you who know Parker, know that my eight year old can talk and talk and talk and doesn't spare a detail) was a guess that the reason why his neighborhood gang doesn't talk to this particular adult neighbor is because they don't like her and he doesn't understand why. Well, this was just a guess on his part and we continued the discussion to say that most of the other kids don't know her and a lot of kids (unlike my children...for better or worse) don't feel comfortable around adults they don't know and they probably don't dislike her at all. I didn't even realize Dema was listening and he takes in a bit of what is said (he was very upset a couple days ago when someone said they "turned their mother into a monster"...hours later he was asking me how they turned her into a monster and if she would be turned back...he was very, very concerned...he is a very literal little guy) and there you go...a very hurt friend. I took Dema aside and explained that our friend's feelings were probably very hurt by what he said and that he didn't even know if this was true. Dema was shocked and didn't know why it hurt her and he started crying and then Parker started crying. I was upset with them both and Dema took matters into his own hands and marched down to her house and tried to make things right. I don't know if it worked. I feel terrible.
I wish I could just have a "do over" on this evening.