He doesn't want us to call him in case he's resting, and when he calls us (and his Grandma), he gets irritated when we ask all the usual questions.
Today's call:
"I'm just calling to let you know I'm still alive."
"O.K., thanks for that, but you don't sound any better."
Heavy sigh that I'm assuming is accompanied with eye rolling.
"What have you eaten?"
"Cereal"
"No soup? No veg, no fruit?"
Sigh, "Will you call Grandma?"
"You want me to call her internationally?"
"Yeah. If I call her she will keep me on the phone doing the 'What have you eaten?' thing."
(subtle, son)
In our family, food is love.
- I can go for days without having a decent conversation with the Hubby, but if I make him a hot dinner every night with enough for the next day's lunch, I know he will feel loved.
- I pack the kids' lunches like they're going on a 10-day trek through the wilderness. It's how I love.
- Hubby makes his to-die-for cheesecake just for me (usually when I give birth to a child, there's got to be an easier way to get this cheesecake).
- When the kids are feeling affectionate, they will share the sweets they've hoarded away in their rooms.
It's our life.
So, worried about the swiney mess suffering all alone in his apartment (which is furnished better than my house) I rang my old favourite pizza place in NM and asked them to take my sick little boy some love food.
I also suggested we just put a tip on the credit card right then, but the voice on the phone insists that the Son will have to sign the slip.
"Um, I'm sending you to a house quarantined with Swine Flu, do you really want him to use your pen?" He did.
I ring the GrumpMeister:
"In thirty minutes, answer your door."
"What?! Oh! What?! (grumble grumble)..."
"I ordered you a pizza and when they bring it you have to sign the receipt."
"Grumble grumble...(big pause) ...how much do you want me to tip him?"
I know, in about an hour after the warm stringy bits of cheese kerplunk their way down into his unloved belly he will be thinking warm, loving thoughts about his mother.
I hope his memory is REALLY good about this time too because when I'm ninety and messing my own diapers? THIS is the kid I'm going to insist on living with. Paybacks.
You are definitely an AWESOME mom. What a lovely thing to do. I'm sure he does appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI love with food too.
Paybacks indeed. You're an awesome mom, Jeri. Heaps of healing wishes for your son!
ReplyDeleteAww. You are such a good mum. :)
ReplyDeleteYes. Food is love. :)
Your right there does have to be an easier way to get that cheesecake! You are so funny. Pizza and the flu don't really mix, more like homemade chicken soup; just in case you decide to send more love. Yeah, food is love in my camp too.
ReplyDeleteHe'd better have called to thank you once it was there. Otherwise, I'd intentionally soil that Depends on occasion just for kicks.
ReplyDeleteYou are top Mom.. and he knows it. :)
ReplyDeleteAw...you're such a good mom. Very sweet thing for you to do. He's a lucky kid. Hope he starts feeling better soon.
ReplyDeletebut he may only feed you cereal.
ReplyDeletewith a side dish of eye rolling.
You are too funny. When Thaniel had the flu a couple of months ago, he didn't eat for several days. Barely took ginger ale. I hope the pizza went down well!
ReplyDeleteWhat a Mom you are.
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious! Here I'd be afraid to live with the grumpy kid, but you want to get even!
ReplyDeleteWe're a big Italian family so in our home food equals love as well... What a thoughtful idea to order him pizza.. So sweet.. =)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great Mom! And food is definitely love. I felt the same way growing up as i do now having my own kids. Meals and recipes will spark memories for life.
ReplyDeleteOh. I thought the measure of our children's love is the amount of indifference they show us. Right? Then it must mean that we are very loved.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, if he doesn't appreciate the pizza now, he will someday. Trust me on this.
In many families, food is love.
ReplyDeleteIt's all about revenge!
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