Two Weeks

The Howler is home from Grandma's.

Tuesday night, Grandma called because my Howler was beside herself in emotional agony. She wanted to "not have to stay two weeks."

Now, for the last month, whenever the Howler said, "Two Weeks," her grumpy parental units said, "OK." That's all we said--OK--and she was the one repeating "Two weeks." Even as the car drove away, she's waving to us, saying, "See you in TWO WEEKS!"

So, last Tuesday night, she calls. She refused to speak to the horrid thing that is her mother--you know, the mean thing that would MAKE her stay TWO WEEKS OR LONGER. She cries to her soft-hearted, loving parent, Daaaaaadddddddddddeeeeeeeeee, and he tells her, "No, baby girl, you don't have to stay two weeks. I can't come get you until Saturday, though."

Apparently her response was that she didn't want to leave until Saturday, as long as she didn't HAVE TO stay TWO WEEKS.

She refused to speak to her horrid, make-her-stay-two-weeks-no-matter-what mother--the woman who spawned her, defends her against obnoxious opk, loves her unconditionally, the woman who NEVER uttered the words STAY TWO WEEKS--until Wednesday night.

But she's home--and she was happy to see me, too.