Scarred for life

I'm tired of being sad. This has been a down week. Not that I've had an "up" week since mid-December, but I've felt better. I'm not surprised or upset that this week has been sad. I've come to expect the unexpected. For someone who likes a little control and a little planning -- the unexpected is getting really old.
Colbie is doing well and slept through the night with me. She's a great cuddler. Jovie still hates my guts but she's on her way home tonight. Son #1 and # 3 are going to visit Daughter #2 & #3's campus. Son #1 has an appointment with the head of the accounting department tomorrow. Son #2 is going with me, Daughter #1 and 3 friends this weekend.
Speaking of Son #2, he decided to back on ADD meds last night. He was on them for a couple of years about 2 or 3 years ago. I'm not sure what the outcome was, or will be, but I made the appointment for today, took him in and got the meds. Don't stand in my way when I've made up my mind about something (or go along with someone who has). This is his decision and I hope that it helps him to focus on studying and in class. We shall see.
Speaking again of Son #2, I promised some humor concerning him. As I mentioned earlier, he went to a youth "sex talk" weekend and came home "scarred for life". This was the ensuing conversation:
Son #2: "I have been scarred for life!"
Me: "What? What happened?"
Son 2: "This guy told us that married people have sex on the average of two to three times a week."
Me: "Really?" --- and I need to add that this was asked with a totally straight face. However, there were about 3 other women in the house listening to this and their faces were not so straight.
Son #2: "Yes. He said that after dads read bedtime stories to their kids, they go downstairs and doing something completely different at night."
Me: "Really?" --- again, although with difficulty, asked with a straight face.
Son #2: "Yeah. So every night when Dad was reading us a bedtime story he was then going downstairs to have sex with you?!"
Me: "Son #2, we didn't just have sex at night."
Son #2: "GROSS!!! GAG!!!!"
Me: ---- well, I didn't have to say anything -- I just smiled and watched.

About a day later this conversation occurred:

Son #2: "OK, I've been thinking about this two to three times a week sex thing."
Me: "Yes?"
Son #2: "Yeah. And here's what I think --- I think there's no way you and Dad had sex two to three times a week!"
Me: "Really?"
Son #2: "Yeah. There's no way cuz he was way too tired to do that."
Me: "Son #2, why do you think he was so tired?"
Son #2: "GROSS!!!!! GAG!!!!!!!!!"
Me: nothing but a smile

About another day later here's what happened:

I'm sitting in the family room, minding my own business, when Son #2 comes downstairs and stands in front of me, hands on hips:
Son #2: "OK, I have a question."
Me: "OK?", asked with a bit of trepidation and a bit of pleasure at the thought of embarrassing him.
Son #2: "Yeah. OK, here goes. Did you and Dad have sex on that couch?", pointing to the one upon which I was sitting.
Me: "That would be a bit public, don't you think?"
Son #2: "OK. What about the game room couch?"
Me: "Again, hello! A bit too public!."
Son #2: He stood there for a moment with a look of consternation on his face. And then, very much like the "stirrup experience", a thought dawned upon him and worked it's way from the top of his head down to his toes. His face contorted with horror ---- horrific horror ----
"THE STUDY?!!!!!"
Me: nothing, but a smile ---- a very Cheshire-like smile.
Son #2: "GROSS!!! GAG!!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!! I'll never sit on that couch again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Funny, but he hasn't asked a single question since that day.

Every now and then, he makes my day worthwhile.