Vacation at the 'rents

So, I'm sitting up here, on the parents' pc, waiting for mom to come up and ask what I'm doing, and read over my shoulder. I've read a bit of CNN, told dad that he needs to install Avast, and put on a pair of socks. Other than shower, get dressed, and eat a sandwich, I haven't done much else today. When I tried to help mom with the crossword puzzle (at her request), she kept talking about all of the words that she was haivng difficulty with (she usually has no trouble with it) that she was preventing me from actually concentrating and help her. I gave up and walked away. Then, I started reading a book, and she proceeded to interrupt me to tell me that I was here on vacation and I could do whatever I wanted to do, and if that meant reading a book, then so be it. I looked at her and hoped that she got the irony of interrupting my reading of a book to tell me that I could read it. :D

It's interesting looking out the window above the porte cochere and watching geese fight in the pond across the street. Staying at the "manor house" is certainly interesting. I feel like I grew up in this massive house of privilages, when, in reality, I didn't. But it makes me feel snobby and shallow all the same. But here is how far from reality that I am at - sitting upstairs in a 4000K+ sq ft home, looking at the mercedes and LandRover in the garage, listening to someone plink on the grand piano in the formal living room and wonder how the hell I got here.

I keep expecting the maid to come and ask me if I want a martini. There's not a maid and the housekeeper is my mom's cousin, who has a massive limp and probably didn't graduate from high school. There's serious redneck inthe family, so it seems really strange to be here now.


On a side note, the kidlet is starting to read music - he's learning it at music class in school. He's frequently off pitch when he sings, but he's got tempo and rhythm down pretty well. I'd give him piano lessons, but with his stubby thumbs, and shortened fingers, it would be very trying and difficult for him, causing lots of meltdowns. But he sat down in front of the keyboard today, with sheet music in front of him, and started picking out Hey Jude pretty well, note/rhythm wise. Mom was impressed. It's gotta be that math genius that he is.

He's had a bit of a difficult time the last couple of days. He's out of his normal routine, so he's acting a bit more immature than normal for him. He's getting frustrated easily with us. I hope he settles in, but if he does, it just means that he'll have a difficult time once he gets home. *sigh*