Single For A Week.....
 
So...I packed my son up and mailed him off to his grandparents.  Priority Mail.
 
Not really.
 
I put him on an airplane Sunday afternoon and as soon as he was gone I didn't know how to act.  Again.  This happens everytime he goes off island.  I've been a single parent so long that I've lost my identity.  I feel like everyone is whispering behind their hands "oh look, she's all alone, and doesn't know how to act."
 
Anyway, I got an escort pass from the airlines so I was able to get through security and wait with him at the gate for his plane to board.  It was really weird being asked to remove my slippers so they could go through the x-ray machine.  They didn't ask my son to remove his shoes.
 
And the airline forgot to give me the "meet and assist" paperwork to fill out at the check-in counter that I arranged for 48 hours in advance as required, so when we got to the gate I asked about it.  The guy there said it cost $20.  They didn't tell me that on the phone I told him several times.  And they only take cash at the gate and I didn't have $20 cash with me and didn't want to go back out to the check-in counter so I could pay with my debit card so I said just forget it.  Called my mom on the phone and asked her to pray that when he arrived in Honolulu he made it from the gate down the escalator to baggage claim.
 
Then as soon as I got off the phone a supervisor came over with the paperwork for me to fill out and apologized for the mix-up saying that there was no charge.  So I filled out the form and took it back to the counter, sat down and called my mom and told her we were back to the original plan.  Retrieve him from the check-in area and then go get his bag.
 
Then the supervisor came back with the filled out form and a new boarding pass stamped FIRST CLASS!  Cool.  So when it was time to board they escorted my son onto the plane before anyone else.  Good thing because I had already composed a complaint letter in my head.  But they redeemed themselves so I was appeased.
 
So it's actually kinda nice to have some time to myself.  Aside from the fact that I toss and turn at night worrying about when my son will be getting into the adult day program and what I'm supposed to do with him next week while I work things are going well.  There's less dishes to wash, less nagging of showers to be taken, less shopping to be done and less laundry to do.
 
Good thing being single for a week isn't a permanent situation or I'd be forced to actually make some friends so I'd have a social life and someone to do stuff with.