My son rang me reverse charges this morning. He had no excuse for his behaviour, only apologies. I received them and encouraged him to come home. The moment he was in the door it was on between his dad and him, but that was inevitable. I warned my son it would be that way. He's got to understand there are consequences for the things we do, good or bad. Anyway, the dust settled long enough for hubby to then get ready for work and the long trip to get there. My son and I went along with bubby, too, but we stayed on the bus to go around the corner to the shopping centre. It made all the difference having my son with me, apart from being the extra muscle I needed. We talked a lot, the two of us. It's weird how he doesn't ark up when I say similar things that hubby does. He hears things from me, yet he does hear them from his dad, too. It's just they take longer to work through his system, or something. He helped me at the shops. We did heaps, but didn't come home with a real lot. The place was crowded with people. It made me glad I didn't have to worry about traffic as well as the press and rush of bodies. Bubby had a nap and my big son left me to enjoy a cuppa alone while I wrote in my journal. It had been a week since I'd managed to. I do have several other journals, though. I write here and in my nightly journal. So if I don't manage to get anything down in my dusky pink one, it's not a major loss. I just like to sit and take my time to write. With this one I'm either writing it online or pressed in between other things. Right now I'm grabbing the moment bubby has gone down for an arvo nap and before I make dinner. Thanks to my big son that's an easy meal tonight. He convinced me to change the menu. I didn't mind, since he carried the extra stuff.
When we got to the bus stop there were so many people I wondered if we'd all fit in once the bus arrived. But stacks got off, so we fit no worries. The bus driver was certain the cost of the fare was about three times what I have been paying. I was annoyed, reluctant to pay so much and explained how I'd never been charged that much before. He was adamant the fare was for two zones. He was even reluctant to lower the bus for my pram saying it was for people in wheelchairs. I was so sure he was wrong I was ready to ring them when I got home and make certain. When I went to get off he went all apologetic, lowered the bus, let out he ramp and explained he had misunderstood where I was asking to be let out. Since he was so cool about it I went along with him and accepted the money back, etc. It can be a tough day for people in service positions.
We made it home about twenty minutes before hubby did. I was so glad we got home before him because he didn't have a key with him, even though that wasn't really his fault this time. Still, I was glad to avoid any more riled moods with the way the two men in my life have been with each other. They did have another major argument since hubby got home, but they're both fine now watching a video together in the lounge room. It must be fun because the two are laughing and chatting together. I know I've been against TV, still am, but perhaps it's a good thing right now with these two the way they are.
I'm looking forward to tonight. My daughter is going across the road to stay the night to mind the neighbour's two kids. It will mean the neighbour doesn't need to worry about my daughter waiting up. And my daughter can just go off to bed anytime she likes. The lady is even collecting my daughter from work this evening. Otherwise it would've been super later before my girl came in tonight. That makes it a long day. I'm not really fazed not having the car. Some of the bus services are excellent. The one I use to visit the local shops is pretty good and hubby's route is not too bad, either. But to get to where my kids work, a ten minute drive away, is really bad by public transport. Anyway, I'm done for now. I'll post this later when I get a chance to go online and read email and other diaries.
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