Summer school may be looming for Alison, but the view in her rear view is pretty good.
For the first time in a few years, she had to share a bit of her time with Auntie Jen with me as I flew out with her on Friday and then flew home alone on Monday. She stayed until Thursday.
Flying home alone was no big deal to Alison - she'd chafed at her maternal escort. "Mom. I'm 15. I've flown a lot. I know what I'm doing," she insisted, making me flash back, of course, to the hundreds of times as a toddler she'd push us away and say, "I can DO it!"
Sigh. Jen caught a little of it when she dropped her at the Portland airport and hovered as she got assembled and then headed off to the TSA. "She didn't even have a backward glance for poor ol Auntie Jen."
Ditto for her arrival home where Jenna lay in wait to surprise her. I think Ali had anticipated Jenna's presence but she didn't complain as we walked to the car. Then, a blur, a flash and a crushing hug from behind.
Note to Amer: Jenna will be a great stalker in the future.
We're almost back to normal now. I have a work trip next week; Ali has a summer class and Jeff will be a single parent for a few days.
Check on him.
Or, more accurately, check on the redhead. The last time I left them alone she was seven or eight and he forgot to
bathe her. "I Febreezed myself," she boasted shortly after I got a
whiff of her.