LOL!!
You know.. I was just laughing at how someone who didn’t know that I call my oldest step son “Weed” on this blog would think that I was some kind of huge pot head!!!
Sorry.. don’t indulge..
But anyway… since Weed has gotten out of rehab, I guess something clicked in his head that he needed to stop doing the things he was doing and start getting his life together. He mentions that he went to this AA meeting or that NA meeting and he just looks healthier then he used to..
One way that I know that he’s not getting into the things he used to is that he calls and texts me ALL THE TIME.
It started the day he got out of rehab and I was washing his clothes. He thought he had left his wallet in one of his jeans but it turned out he left it up at the rehab place so he asked me if I could drive him to get it. We went the next day and a two hour trip turned into a four hour trip because we got lost on the way up and wound up taking the non-highway way home which was all screwed up because of stimulus money construction.
So we had a lot of time to talk and he said that he wanted to go back to school.. get a job.. get his own place.. etc. etc. I was encouraging where I needed to be.. silent when I needed to be.. and argumentative when he changed the channel on my car radio. I even sprung for lunch. It was a good ride.
He wound up spending a few days with friends out of state and on the day he returned, he texted me asking if I could pick him up from the train station .. so I did and that was a comedy of errors all in itself because have you ever tried to pick someone up at one of the busiest train stations in the country during rush hour???
But he told me all about his trip and it sounded like he had a really great time and didn’t get hammered or trashed. He looked fresh.. his eyes were clear and his face wasn’t broken out the way it used to get when he did things he wasn’t suppose to do.
He asked me if I would be able to take him back to the rehab this weekend because they were having a picnic and had invited him the day he went up to get his wallet.
Yea.. sure.. no problem.
Yesterday he asked me if I could drive him to the local discount clothes place because he wanted to get some shorts and shirts. I asked him if he had money because I was broke and he said he did.. so I took him and then he said if I wanted him to go with me to get his father something for our anniversary he wasn’t doing anything. So I took him up on his offer and we went to Walgreen’s where they were having a huge sale on chocolate.
Chief with chocolate is worse then a hormonal woman.
Earlier this evening he called me and told me that someone had given him a gift card for Barnes and Noble and could I drive him to get some books. I told him that I didn’t know where a Barnes and Noble was.. that the closest book store was Border’s. He said there was one in a town that is like an hour away and I told him that his dad was going to be home from the shop in 45 minutes and that I would take him after dinner.
He said he thought they closed at 8 and that he would just take the bus or something.
I felt really bad that I couldn’t take him but he said it was cool and not to worry about it.
Later on in the evening I get this text from him:
WEED: Leese, a buddy of mine wanted to know if we could pick him up on the way to the picnic.. can you do that? Its ok if not
ME: No prob… as long as he isn’t carrying a kilo of something illegal. that’s the right term.. right? Kilo? I remember that from Miami Vice
WEED: Of course not!!!!!! We’re going to a REHAB PICNIC dude!!
I was literally peeing myself hysterical laughing!!!
Chief asked what was so funny and I told him.. I also told him about going to Barnes and Noble and he was like, “.. what does he think you’re his personal chauffer?
And I was like.. look, he could have sold the card and bought SoCo or pills but he wanted to buy books!!! BOOKS!!!! Aren’t you proud of him??
Because even if he wasn’t, I was.. and I don’t care if he thinks I’m his personal driver.. the more time he wants to spend in my car is more time he’s off the street and away from trouble.